I had all of the greatest intents on going out tonight. I though to myself; 'after a long 16 hour car journey and an even longer semester I owe it to myself to get out and let loose a bit.' Then the ride home happened...
It was an odd sight to drive through the states of Nevada, Utah, and Colorado and see very little snow. However, I wasn't complaining, this meant the roads were clear. MB and I decide to take the all-16hrs-in-one-day approach. Things were going smoothly until around 1am. Somewhere between Beaver Creek and Vail (read: three lane highway in the middle of the Rockies) things went...well...wrong.
The speed limit is 75mph on that stretch of road so we were barreling down the highway as any normal driver would have been. All of the sudden (all deer encounters on the road seem to start this way) out of no where one of the largest bucks I've ever seen comes into the view of high beams.
Before any of us had time to brace ourselves MB was forced to swerve the car to the left (mind you, we drive on the left here) and attempt to avoid the deer. I saw the animal, made eye contact, and screemed as its head swung low at the last moment. TTTTHHHWWWAAAPP! As soon as I flinched and braced for what could have easily been a set of antlers and a windshield to face the deer amd MB had managed to dance around one another just enough to cause nothing other than a missing side view mirror.
The three of us (my dog was sitting behind me) were incredibly lucky. Most people who hit a deer come close or completely total their car...at least. The way in which the deer was standing, if it didn't duck, it would have most certianly slammed its head and enormous set of antlers into the passenger side windshield. I hope that the deer didn't see his end and is just missing a set of his finest head gear (the lady deer love that stuff). He wasn't the largest buck I've seen, but a close second.
The thrill of last night, the lack of sleep, the absurd cost ($400 and of course insurance doesn't cover it), and the general shock of the whole affair has left MB and I exhausted. So we resigned to collecting a few growlers at the Denver Beer Company and staying in.
Sometimes it just feels good to be home.
-M
I had all of the greatest intents on going out tonight. I though to myself; 'after a long 16 hour car journey and an even longer semester I owe it to myself to get out and let loose a bit.' Then the ride home happened...
It was an odd sight to drive through the states of Nevada, Utah, and Colorado and see very little snow. However, I wasn't complaining, this meant the roads were clear. MB and I decide to take the all-16hrs-in-one-day approach. Things were going smoothly until around 1am. Somewhere between Beaver Creek and Vail (read: three lane highway in the middle of the Rockies) things went...well...wrong.
The speed limit is 75mph on that stretch of road so we were barreling down the highway as any normal driver would have been. All of the sudden (all deer encounters on the road seem to start this way) out of no where one of the largest bucks I've ever seen comes into the view of high beams.
Before any of us had time to brace ourselves MB was forced to swerve the car to the left (mind you, we drive on the left here) and attempt to avoid the deer. I saw the animal, made eye contact, and screemed as its head swung low at the last moment. TTTTHHHWWWAAAPP! As soon as I flinched and braced for what could have easily been a set of antlers and a windshield to face the deer amd MB had managed to dance around one another just enough to cause nothing other than a missing side view mirror.
The three of us (my dog was sitting behind me) were incredibly lucky. Most people who hit a deer come close or completely total their car...at least. The way in which the deer was standing, if it didn't duck, it would have most certianly slammed its head and enormous set of antlers into the passenger side windshield. I hope that the deer didn't see his end and is just missing a set of his finest head gear (the lady deer love that stuff). He wasn't the largest buck I've seen, but a close second.
The thrill of last night, the lack of sleep, the absurd cost ($400 and of course insurance doesn't cover it), and the general shock of the whole affair has left MB and I exhausted. So we resigned to collecting a few growlers at the Denver Beer Company and staying in.
Sometimes it just feels good to be home.
-M
I had all of the greatest intents on going out tonight. I though to myself; 'after a long 16 hour car journey and an even longer semester I owe it to myself to get out and let loose a bit.' Then the ride home happened...
It was an odd sight to drive through the states of Nevada, Utah, and Colorado and see very little snow. However, I wasn't complaining, this meant the roads were clear. MB and I decide to take the all-16hrs-in-one-day approach. Things were going smoothly until around 1am. Somewhere between Beaver Creek and Vail (read: three lane highway in the middle of the Rockies) things went...well...wrong.
The speed limit is 75mph on that stretch of road so we were barreling down the highway as any normal driver would have been. All of the sudden (all deer encounters on the road seem to start this way) out of no where one of the largest bucks I've ever seen comes into the view of high beams.
Before any of us had time to brace ourselves MB was forced to swerve the car to the left (mind you, we drive on the left here) and attempt to avoid the deer. I saw the animal, made eye contact, and screemed as its head swung low at the last moment. TTTTHHHWWWAAAPP! As soon as I flinched and braced for what could have easily been a set of antlers and a windshield to face the deer amd MB had managed to dance around one another just enough to cause nothing other than a missing side view mirror.
The three of us (my dog was sitting behind me) were incredibly lucky. Most people who hit a deer come close or completely total their car...at least. The way in which the deer was standing, if it didn't duck, it would have most certianly slammed its head and enormous set of antlers into the passenger side windshield. I hope that the deer didn't see his end and is just missing a set of his finest head gear (the lady deer love that stuff). He wasn't the largest buck I've seen, but a close second.
The thrill of last night, the lack of sleep, the absurd cost ($400 and of course insurance doesn't cover it), and the general shock of the whole affair has left MB and I exhausted. So we resigned to collecting a few growlers at the Denver Beer Company and staying in.
Sometimes it just feels good to be home.
-M
I had all of the greatest intents on going out tonight. I though to myself; 'after a long 16 hour car journey and an even longer semester I owe it to myself to get out and let loose a bit.' Then the ride home happened...
It was an odd sight to drive through the states of Nevada, Utah, and Colorado and see very little snow. However, I wasn't complaining, this meant the roads were clear. MB and I decide to take the all-16hrs-in-one-day approach. Things were going smoothly until around 1am. Somewhere between Beaver Creek and Vail (read: three lane highway in the middle of the Rockies) things went...well...wrong.
The speed limit is 75mph on that stretch of road so we were barreling down the highway as any normal driver would have been. All of the sudden (all deer encounters on the road seem to start this way) out of no where one of the largest bucks I've ever seen comes into the view of high beams.
Before any of us had time to brace ourselves MB was forced to swerve the car to the left (mind you, we drive on the left here) and attempt to avoid the deer. I saw the animal, made eye contact, and screemed as its head swung low at the last moment. TTTTHHHWWWAAAPP! As soon as I flinched and braced for what could have easily been a set of antlers and a windshield to face the deer amd MB had managed to dance around one another just enough to cause nothing other than a missing side view mirror.
The three of us (my dog was sitting behind me) were incredibly lucky. Most people who hit a deer come close or completely total their car...at least. The way in which the deer was standing, if it didn't duck, it would have most certianly slammed its head and enormous set of antlers into the passenger side windshield. I hope that the deer didn't see his end and is just missing a set of his finest head gear (the lady deer love that stuff). He wasn't the largest buck I've seen, but a close second.
The thrill of last night, the lack of sleep, the absurd cost ($400 and of course insurance doesn't cover it), and the general shock of the whole affair has left MB and I exhausted. So we resigned to collecting a few growlers at the Denver Beer Company and staying in.
Sometimes it just feels good to be home.
-M
