This Is What Baja Roads Do To Ice Chests....

That's mayo, jelly, and mustard making up this collage of ugly. It smelled pretty bad too............found while unpacking today.

That's really scarey lookin' in there.

Don't they say the same thing about Yellow Water as they do about Yellow Snow? I'll bet the customs guy didn't stick his hand in it.

Jeeeezo...is that what that is? Maybe I was really right.
"No thanks, Ateo. I'm not in the mood for a cold one right now."

I'm telling you Craft Mayo does not travel well. It doesn't get along with other foods either. IMO

Hey, it could be worse. I have had the whole door of the refer. in my camper come off. Everything you saw in that picture was on the carpet...... except the urinalysus bottle.

Hilarious comments here -- all at my expense!

Yes, no beer was harmed during this disaster.

And that urinalysis bottle was the jelly..........I swear.

Or was it?

Been there done that! Although our worst mess added a carton of eggs and 8 broken bottles of cerveza to the mix. That's why I freeze water in containers now---and you have a backup water supply as a bonus

Hah...good topic about making a mess in your freezer. I wrote this following piece about a similar incident to my motorhome freezer a few months back...kind of funny looking back on it now. Nevfer got around to posting it....and I hope it fits in here with yours:


My Motorhome Freezer Woes:

"First off, I cannot blame the following horrible event on anybody else..

at least not right now....SHE...shudder.... may be standing behind me.


Aha..shh...hear those sucking sounds?...shh...ah carumba.. It's either her or Ross Perot.....either way, I'm screwed!




"wha?....whoops!...ah..er...Hey.. Kinda quiet, are’t you? Ciao.

What's up, babe? Naw..Not much happening here. Yeah, okay then....see ya later."




I will begin...where else? ..... at the beginning.

These are the events as best I can recall:



Recently, I had to leave my motorhome unattended while on a ...climbing trip up Mt. Everest's unscaled side.




(Okay, okay...I grant you, that's ridiculous. You can't drive a motorhome from North Dakota to Mt. Everest...or even directly to Nepal. You have to go through China and Tibet first. Now... if Capt. Nemo would only re-invite me on his Naut....)

Recently, I had to leave my motorhome unattended while on a ...Hunt!.. Chasing mule deer, dear, and elk over hill and Dale, who lives in Montana.

At this time, Disaster struck the refridgerator! We were gone a week to a remote mountain elk camp, and I AM SURE I had plenty of battery power and propane to run the fridge/freezer during that short absence. I am very, very thorough in making preparations prior to departures. Been doing that ..forever.

Some careless, but cutely forgivable, action by WHOEVER caused the propane supply to malfunction and the whole dang fridge/freezer defrosted into an un-godly mess.

Seems the controll/function button on the fridge's panel had 'somehow' been pushed to the OFF position.

Possibly by someone house-cleaning that area and being careless.?..perhaps..??





....or daydreaming about buying a certain far-off Panama beach home..



Groan....I had steaks, pork chops, waffles, muskrat, lutefisk, lots of dorado, salmon, and halibut fillets, 'butt'-cheeks. ...DAMN!! LOTS OF EXOTIC BIRDS! I had crabs ...and a gorgeous newspaper-wrapped exotic rooster pheasant prepared for mounting, & ice cube trays in the large freezer...and the bottom fridge compartment was full of 12 cft of STUFF...like my special extra-greasy pepperoni pizza and some sushi.











My heart breaks at the loss of these wonderful treats!...and my throat gags at what they have become!








Opening scene: A woodland meadow on Dale's ranch in Montana's Missouri Breaks and Judith Mountains.



When we returned to the ranch meadow where the coach was left, I knew something was amiss from the tornado cloud of blackflies over the roof ..a swirling & whirling dervish, the likes of which I have only seen 9 times before.

Opening the door, we went inside. Me first, she following close behind...and I immediately smelled an odor that would have knocked a buzzard off a hog manure wagon.

Trying not to make a big deal of it, and to be polite,.. I said to the person close behind me...





"Ahem...Co-pilot? Maybe you ought to lay off my cowboy chili for a few days? Whew..I mean that is really, really gro....."

"Vaffanculo!" Whack! "Testa di cazzo! " Bang!

Denting my head off the overhead cabinet and impaling my groin on the corner edge of the countertop... I realized she might not be the smelly source.


As soon as vision returned, I limped over to the bathroom and checked to see if someone had forgot to flush before we had left to go to the elk/deer camp. Nope..nothing wrong there.

Aha...why is the fridge operation light not on? Carumba and caca pasa! Fearing..and knowing the worst...I opened the larger bottom door of the apartment-sized refridgerator.

yech...Holy Mary, mother of God...gag.. Something large, green, and moving slithered out, splattering onto the parque floor. A vague memory and smells of a burial-ground relocation came to my mind and disgusted nose. A crack opened in the green beast and an evil-smelling ooze oozed towards the open coach door...and her.

I heard stumbling and then some gagging sounds coming from outside the motorhome...and smiled as best I could.

The freezer door took all my will power to open....the old stomach was a wee bit queezy at this point, don't you know?






Wow and Peee-uuww! Now that was some stench! The congealed combination of thawed & spoiled fish, exotic birds!!shrimp, rib-eyes, waffles, pizza, plus an open bag of herring bait.... was the A-bomb of smells.

I took a deep breath...assessing the situation...and made an immediate decision to remedy this catastrophe. One must take quick and decisive action at these times!

"Yo! Co-pilot!?"

Hello! Ciao! Tesoroooo!?

A thought: Has anyone every noticed that....Sometimes you can yell for somebody until you go hoarse....and the only replies are some lilting laughter and the far-off shopping mall sounds ..hear 'em?.. ka-ching...kah-ching...Kah-Ching!








YO! Co-pilot! Yoo-hoooooooo? Forget the castle tour for now. Grab some bleach and your favorite scrubber!!








Anecdote appendage to my story of woe:


Trying to control her dry hair, Co-pilot treated her scalp with olive oil before washing it.
Worried that the olive oil might leave an odor, she washed her hair several times.

That night when she came to bed, she leaned over me and asked,

"Do I smell like olive oil?"



"No," I said, sniffing her. "Do I smell like Popeye?"