backRan Into a Deer on Our First Vacation to Denver Colorado
Mark and I had been together about five months and it took some convincing for me to agree to a trip together. Angela, Marygrace, Mark and I drove off in Mark's little Subaru to Denver, CO to see Mark's father. I never understood why he loved that car so much. I was used to a Plymouth Voyager (got a Chrysler Town & Country now - thanks Rod!).
It's 9:30pm on the freeway to Denver. The street's clear, snow piled on the sides of the freeway. The kids are fast asleep in the back seat. Suddenly to our left, an antlered wonder bounds across the freeway towards us. Mark tries to swerve, the deer hit Mark's door, his antlers cut a groove in the roof of that little Subaru, he slams the side view mirror into Mark's driver's side window shattering the glass, his rear slams into the girls' passenger side door, he leaves pockets of fur in the moulding. We pull over (to say the least). The girls' have shattered glass covering them, a few nicks here and there, but everyone's OK. We look around for the deer. No where to be seen. He must have wandered off dazed.
That's the evening I first saw the ever resourceful Mark at work. He pulls out the duct tape and we're soon on our way to Denver. In Denver, he goes to the junkyard and gets the window replaced. We're finding shattered glass ever after.
Until the day Mark totaled his car here in Las Vegas. He was OK. Goodbye Subaru.