Why Highway 82 Needs Wildlife Crossings: Ten Inches Between Life and Death

None of these practices however were enough to prevent what is probably the closest call I have ever had to meeting my maker on the evening of April 11th. I was nearing the airport and just coming out of the shale bluffs section, and certainly not speeding. (The Subaru does not go very fast). I was in the left lane, about 5 feet from the cement dividers. My Subaru is not very tall compared to many cars, and my headlights were below the height of the cement dividers essentially meaning I could not see over the top of them, nor what might be in the down valley lanes heading my way.