You Went What?

Last weekend, I went hiking. Of my own volition. By myself. No peer pressure involved. Everyone who knows me as (quite accurately) unathletic may now scrape your jaws off the floor.

I just needed a little break from work and some quite time, and my friend that I spend a vast majority of my time with had a visitor from out of town, so I thought "Let's get out and see a bit of the Williamsburg area."

I found a park area that had several short trails that could be strung together into a decently long hike, and spent a good hour and a half or so at the park. It was really nice and quiet and lovely, except for one incident: The Deer.

I know that deer are supposed to be gentle and beautiful, but they actually scare the crap out of me. My friend Kathryn's apartment is around the back of the lady's house that she rents from, and it's right next to the woods. One morning, I went to pick her up for the gym, and two deer were literally feet from me staring. I was petrified, and did the "don't make eye contact" walk, hoping they wouldn't attack.

When I was hiking last weekend, there was was point where I was totally absorbed in my thoughts, and suddenly, at a bit of a distance, two deer come tearing through the trees. Not at me, not even near me, but I almost peed myself, wilding thinking "What if they come this way? What do I do? No one is around. AUGH!" I froze, waited until they ran past, and decided to stop my hike at the end of that path, lest they make another appearance.

I got some good pictures on the hike, though.