Grand Canyon National Park
Arizona
June 2009
After camping in the Grand Canyon for two nights, it was time to move on. We packed up, loaded the car and drove out on the windy road. Promptly, I hit a deer. First time for me. Banged into the deer, who kept right on going, over the guardrail and down the slope. A second one then crossed the road in front of my stopped car. I pulled over and got out to see what I could see. There, down the slope beside the highway, were the two deer, blissfully munching on the green foliage. I watched for a while when they both looked up with “Hey, what’s up?” expressions. No one looked like he had just been impacted by a 2500-pound vehicle. I felt better, but it took a while.
