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My favorite part of the drive was the last fifty miles. I was puttering down back roads when suddenly I saw a sign. "BE CAREFUL! Methow Valley deer kill ___ drivers every year." I didn't see the number, but it had three digits. So I was spooked - I slowed down for forty and started beaming psychic signals to all the deer that they should watch out for the slow-moving Ford Escort. I saw a couple of pairs of eyes and slowed down. Then, just before my turnoff road, I saw a pack of five deer shambling along the side of the road. They all looked at each other like drifter high school kids - "Whattaya want to do, Dave? I dunno - what do you want to do?" - and then started wandering slowly across the road, brown fur illuminated by my headlights. Not wanting to scare them, I stopped on the road until they crossed the road and then started walking on the white line of the side like obedient joggers, until they finally wandered off into the fields again.
