One quiet evening, before the onslaught of fall semester homework, two eligible young ladies took a lovely evening bike ride in east Provo. Their first task was to conquer the looming hill at the base of the mountain. They did so with pride. (And with plenty of huffing, puffing, groaning, and squeaking.) The night sky was refreshing and the elevated view of the city lights was spectacular. However, all bliss was to be forgotten on their journey home.
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Meet the deer.
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This little guy (or one of the same lineage) decided it would be fun to stand in the middle of the road and not make any noise until we had almost crashed into him. Yup, deer in the headlights. Except for they were bike reflectors. Some of his other playmates were off the side of the road having a late night snack. We came out unscathed and full of giggles.
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Oh, dear... I mean deer... or something
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