Deer Crossing

It's not true there is no communion with nature during camping. One of the fond memories I have of this trip was when we came back from a movie late one night. It must've been after midnight.

We drove down the road towards the park with the high beam on. Far in the distance, we saw the hind legs of a deer jumping into the bush on the left side of the road. When The Man came to the spot where the deer crossed, he veered the car slowly towards the trees to get a better look. We saw nothing.

Then on the right side of the road, a small head poked out from the bush. I said, "Look guys, over there!" We all held our breath and stared at the little head. It was a baby deer, following its mother. The fawn stepped gingerly onto the road. With the car head lights blazing at it, it crossed the road slowly to join its mother.

That was quite a treat, to have this late night private viewing.