December 2
This morning, coming out of the sky, snow.
Cynthia had told me many stories about driving out here. The gist being that sooner or later, usually sooner, every driver will experience two misadventures: 1) skid out on the ice and 2) every driver will hit a deer. I intend constant vigilance, sloooow watchfulness (they’re too polite to honk…), trying really really hard to avoid both.