Once in a while I have work a slightly irregular schedule. Last evening, around 7 pm I was driving back to the hospital and as I headed around a curve on Hwy 97, I met three deer in the road; one in my lane, one on the centre line, and the third in the oncoming lane. Tires screeched, horn blared, and I learned the meaning of "like a deer in the headlights". The one in my lane froze, and only leapt out of the way at the last instant, missing being killed by about 6 inches. I was quite shaken, but both Bambi and I came out unscathed. I'm going to use the pick-up truck for night driving; visibility is much better being up higher.
Our trucker buddy is currently in Elkford, and will be heading toward Gainesville, Florida this afternoon. Me, I have my lighter, newspaper and 400 ft of garden hose, and I'm going out to do some burning.