We Were Lucky. The Deer Wasn't.

On Friday May 5, driving down valley on 82, on the final leg of a long travel day coming home from vacation, I was the latest RFV resident to hit an animal on 82. It was bitterly cold, a full moon, and the roads were a little slippery. Traffic was moving slow, but the car in front of me suddenly slammed on its brakes and swerved off the road to avoid the deer. I had no time to react and a car next to me. There was no choice but to slam on my brakes and hit the deer.