We almost hit a bear on the highway. No lie. We both saw him run out of the woods and get right to the side of the road and at the very last second, he decides not to cross. Whew. That could have been ugly. I usually have an annual bear spotting in my yard (like this fellow that visited last May) but have never seen one on the road.
(sorry for the blurry pic. I was a tad bit excited)
I worry about hitting deer, but I never think of a bear running onto the highway.
Later today:
We drove past this:
Matt: Do you know what it means when the cows are lying down in the middle of the day?
Me: No.
Matt: That it is going to rain.
Me: Do you think the orange cow feels bad that she is the only cow that is not black?
Matt: She is the only cow that does not know that she is not black.
Me: Good point.
