5-day camping trip. Rain. Mud. ALL THE LAUNDRY.
Oh, and a war wound. Because it wouldn’t be me unless I bash the fuck out of my knee/leg/foot. No worries, it doesn’t hurt much. It’s just ugly as homemade sin.
ETA: And lest someone gets the wrong idea, I had a FANTASTIC Memorial Day weekend. I’m just amused at my ability to cause damage to the chassis.