Thursday, July 5, 2012
198 Miles and Rising
We watched them walk off but, at one point, the mother was coming towards us. I suddenly thought: "Um, that deer could probably kick the crap out of me if it charged and pounded me with it's front legs." But she veered off and they vanished back into the brush.
I'm pretty proud of our perseverance in the face of this inhospitable weather. Makes me want to flex my arms, gnash my teeth, and go "ROOWWWWR!"