Deer, however, are not bothered by the rain. They were everywhere. This guy was not bothered by the fact that we were sitting in the truck, probably 30 feet from him.
In fact, judging by the size of his ears, he was probably just listening in on what we had to say.
Since the weather was not co-operating:
| Nearly zero means nearly freezing. |
I'm not really sure if it is an old homestead, but you see places like this in the middle of nowhere quite often. It's just too bad I got the mirror in the picture too.
Then there was this place, right next door, which appears to have been built for the shorter people in the family:
The oddest thing we saw though was mail boxes. Yes, mail boxes. We were driving down a forestry road. We hadn't seen signs of life for miles, then suddely we come across a house - set well back from the road, surrounded by hayfields. When we get to the driveway for the property - there's a mail box on a post, just sitting there like mail boxes do in the city. Ten minutes down the road, another house with miles of hayfield and a mail box at the end of the driveway. We probably saw four or five of these. I wanted to stop and write them a note because I am pretty sure these people never get mail in that mail box. Dan thought I was crazy and kept driving!
And, again, since the weather was not co-operating, we did some of this:
I was going to title this post "I shot my first deer" because that's what I was thinking when we ran into these guys:
but I can imagine the groaning that would have occurred.
The trip home was great though. The sun was shining:
and the rivers were really running. Worried about the Bonaparte river near Cache Creek. It was already spilling its banks in several places. Through the canyon, the water was crazy. This one is at Spences Bridge:
That seems pretty tame, eh? Well, not so a little further down the road:
I would have loved to see river rafters going through that!
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