3:53 pm, a few miles east of Cortez, Colorado, I see this sign:
3:55 pm, a mule deer forgot to look for traffic.
Olive (my Prius) is painfully injured. More so is the deer, which cartwheeled off my right quarter panel and into the ditch, and tried twice to get up but couldn’t.
I was blessed to have a maroon pick-up pull up right behind me as I put my flashers on and pulled over. A young couple got out and helped me pull my fender off the tire. The extremely helpful guy checked under the hood for internal damage, had me turn my wheels, examined the rims, and felt confident that I could make it back to Moab fine as it appeared to be all cosmetic damage. Both of them told me they were so very sorry that this happened, and that this stretch of highway was like running a deer gauntlet.
Hold your values tightly, and your possessions loosely.
Leave a comment if you have ever hit (or been hit by) a deer, and state the repair cost.