got into the cooler last night. When I went out to investigate, the lid was on the ground and I could tell several items were missing. I hoisted it atop one of the boxes on the roof and added a piece of luggage to further dissuade another attempt. The shaman at Mt Wrightson Wilderness said "his" (coatimundi's) had no compunctions about going onto the roof.
This morning I recovered the tattered remains of the three nested ziplocks that had held a Kentucky Legend smoked ham, the packaging from a pound of grass-fed, organic, ground beef and the remains of a 4 oz. pkg of VITA smoked salmon with a small bit still in the corner, which I ate.
I suspect a coatimundi as this is not, as far as I know, shape-shifter territory.
This morning a hummingbird buzzed around, playing peek-a-boo through the windshield and, I surmise, checking for contention from its reflection from the tinted windows.
It's pretty quiet in the Kofa, but you can STILL hear racket from highway 95 less than ten miles away. At least there're no shootists.
