Midnight Ride
Nov. 18th, 2006 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I survived the trip to Tennessee, though we spent ten hours running up the Trace in the dead of night, and arrived around 4 am. Guess all these near all-nighters on the RP chat have been preparing me for this.
Running up the Natchez Trace in the middle of the night was an interesting tour of nocturnal southern wildlife. I saw more deer than I could count, a couple of armadillos, a racoon, a possum, a red fox, a coyote, several rabbits, and assorted roadkill. And a tree across the road, which we had to backtrack around.
The deer know this is a national park with no hunting allowed; they also seem to know about cars. Not one deer was in the road; all of them were to one side or the other, sometimes very close to the road. Never saw the "deer in the headlights" look, either, even though we were cruising along with brights on. They seem to be very used to cars with headlights. The youngest deer would flee in panic at the approach of our car, but the older ones would just move aside slightly like "Eh, tourists. Better move a few feet in case this is one of those idiots that runs off the asphalt path and rams its head into a tree."
I'll try to touch base now and then, but I've only 28.8k bandwidth here, so access is limited. See you all in a few days.
Running up the Natchez Trace in the middle of the night was an interesting tour of nocturnal southern wildlife. I saw more deer than I could count, a couple of armadillos, a racoon, a possum, a red fox, a coyote, several rabbits, and assorted roadkill. And a tree across the road, which we had to backtrack around.
The deer know this is a national park with no hunting allowed; they also seem to know about cars. Not one deer was in the road; all of them were to one side or the other, sometimes very close to the road. Never saw the "deer in the headlights" look, either, even though we were cruising along with brights on. They seem to be very used to cars with headlights. The youngest deer would flee in panic at the approach of our car, but the older ones would just move aside slightly like "Eh, tourists. Better move a few feet in case this is one of those idiots that runs off the asphalt path and rams its head into a tree."
I'll try to touch base now and then, but I've only 28.8k bandwidth here, so access is limited. See you all in a few days.