We had to wake up early enough for an apartment inspection, but we had nothing else to do today, so Rysa and I went on a road trip to the town her grandmother used to live and to the lake where her ashes were spread.
I found an awesome load of little shells from where the water level had once been (it’s real low right now, as you can see in the photos the water marks on the structures) and then we were stopped by… a deer.
Rysa was telling me about the time they got hit by a deer and, suddenly, in front of the mountain pin-turn road, appeared a deer. And it just looked at her with this knowledge of, “Hello. You killed my mother. Prepare to die.” They had a stare-off before it darted away because I was taking flash pictures.