Well, the Mulberry took it this week. J was coming home from his very exciting trip – no doubt you’ll be able to read about it here.
J was coming home and just before the the border he hit a baby moose. Bummer, sad and not fun but the car could drive, he wasn’t hurt and the guys behind him had the means to dispatch the suffering baby as the momma crashed in the bush across the road. So, they did and off they all went.
So, off he crossed the border and started home. This is well into night, somewhere around midnight.
About 45 minutes from home he hit another moose. This one much bigger. Thanks goodness he wasn’t hurt. It still amazes me and fills me with gratitude that although the car that’s been such a part of our lives, J wasn’t even slightly hurt.
Well, off to deal with insurance.