I tell people that on this trip that I know what I’m doing today; an idea of what I’m doing tomorrow and just faint hint of what might take place the day after. I’m high susceptible to whims and suggestions. This was one of those days. Traveling north on Interstate 25 I saw if I cut north on Highway 59 to I-90 that I would come close to Devils Tower near the Wyoming/North Dakota state line. That’s where I headed.
I was scared. I don’t do night driving due to the number of animals out roaming around. Road kills are everywhere; deer are everywhere; antelope are everywhere. But I found myself after dark driving a winding rural highway with my nose plastered against the windshield, eyes sweeping back and forth trying to pick up an eye shine or a movement. And I found it. A deer moved suddenly out of the dark and into my headlights. Brake hard. When I spot a herd animal, as soon as I know that I’m going to miss it, I immediately switch to the spot from which they came from looking for other animals that might follow it. Big mammals tend to make big messes and trash out your set of wheels.
I safely made it to the National Monument without getting blood on the road. During the last few miles I was haunted by a massive silhouette projecting into the star light sky. I was in a holy place.
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