Twenty-two miles, more or less. The cool air felt icy against my hill-driven sweat.
As typical, not too much traffic, most of which (less than a half-dozen) were along the four miles I traveled on this road.
Off the traffic road, traffic turned natural. One deer ran out of the ditch toward these woods as I approached.
The setting sun was in my face. I turned to look back. It was a good time to change views.
A splotch of wild-flowers catches my eye as a last sunbeam brightens their colors. Who would not stop here?
I stop because I spotted the deer on the left. It wasn’t until I uploaded this shot at home that I finally saw the third deer on the right!
COYOTE! We saw one a week or so before, not too far from here. This time there were two. And I had my camera.