Poor deer...

Here we are in Point Arena, CA. We ran over a deer last night. It was something. Don't misunderstand. We didn't hit the deer, we simply it over and further crushed the just fallen still warm body. I noticed his buddy crossing in oncoming headlights so I was watching the bushes and side road while Mr. F tried to avoid being blinded by high beams and stay on the road. The lifeless body was stretched across the lane just as we crested the hill. There was no avoiding it. Had it not been warm and squishy, the Scion never would have cleared it. We were both pleasantly surprised to see there was no body damage. Note to self, taking a lowered vehicle on a road trip might not be the best of ideas. I am comforting myself by knowing that were it not dead, it is now. I guess it made disgusting crunching noises as the bones broke. My brain is a comforting brain and made sure to talk loudly while the Scion rolled over the carcass. Thank you brain.

The drivers out here suck big time. Especially when it's dark and foggy and the road is thick with cute little Bambis. You'd think every car was racing to the hospital so the woman inside who was giving birth didn't have to have her baby in a ditch surrounded by wild deer. These roads are full of hairpin turns (and deer) so the last thing you want is someone kissing your bumper. They tailgate so close, you'd think you were towing them. However, once you reach the passing lane, they just stay on your ass. Mr. F has solved this issue by simply slamming on the brakes once we get to the passing lane. It shouldn't be funny. I know. But it is. It so is.

Here are the latest. Enjoy.





You can see him waaaaay at the end of this fallen tree...