A week ago Friday night, my husband rounded a corner on the way home just as four deer were jumping the fence.
The pavement was wet from an earlier downpour, and after colliding with one, his truck slid across the road, hit a deep ditch, slid some more, and landed six feet from a power pole.
He is ok. The truck didn’t fare too well. It’s in the shop, resting up, and getting repaired.
I about fell over when we went to pick up the rental car. The name of the car suits us quite well for a lot of reasons, but especially after this adventurous week we’ve had.
It is a Journey.