Today might have been a Monday.
I was running late.
I guess it really was not that horribly late considering all I had to do before work at three was go for a run and drop off my grandma’s present for her eighty third birthday.
Still, I was about an hour behind where I really wanted to be time wise as I sped up the curving mountain road near Green Valley Lake.
I was trying to decide in my head which trail I wanted to run this morning, Rim Nordic to the North, or Green Valley, slightly closer to my house.
Last minute I took the turn off to Green Valley Lake, making a left in the cool spring sunshiney morning.
My tires were squealing around the corners as I was blaring the country music. It was nine A.M. and there was no one else around.
Or so I thought.
I was in a great mood, having a great time rocking out to the twangy, loud country music.
I pulled off into the parking area of the road 2N19, ready to park at the locked gate and suddenly regretted the fact that country music was blaring out of my car windows.
Right where I wanted to park were two little does grazing on the fresh new spring grass.
Deer apparently hate country music.
As soon as they herd the honky tonk coming out of my SUV, before I could even think to grab my camera sitting next to me, they were out of there and scampering up the rocky hillside.
That was a great way to start my run. I had been running at Rim Nordic up the road just yesterday and had seen deer tracks every where and had commented to my friend I was running with that I had not seen deer since December.
Now I had to appreciate the fate that had led me, completely last minute to chose Green Valley lake and 2N19 this morning instead of Rim Nordic.
I began my run up 2N19, the steep hill killing me at first and suddenly regretting my choice of choosing the trail went went straight up hill for three miles straight. I was cursing this hill in my head as I came around a corner about a mile up the trail and another deer stood in the middle of the trail, staring at me dead on.
In the mere second it took me to unlock my phone and try for a picture, the doe was gone prancing up the hillside to the West and away into the dense pine forest. My friend recently recommended me to read ‘What to Feed Deer: Know What They Love‘ as she used it to get a picture of a deer by leaving food out on a trail. I might do this when I’m next on a run, just to see if I can get a picture of one!
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