Drove wayyyyyy the hell out into the countryside along Harrison lake, BC, Canada to go camping and in the morning light I stumbled across this rusted vehicular carcass near the lakes’ shallow shoreline … what the hell were the people who did this thinking? Surely there was no way the driver (if there had been a driver at the wheel) could have maneuvered this van into this overturned position this far away from the shore by themselves; I wondered; but then suddenly I remembered that alcohol and drugs can sometimes fuel the weird fires and fan the flames of madness and destruction.
myronathon 