Me: OK, Deer: Dead, Car: busted
Update: My car will be in the shop until June 10th — looks like I’m headed back to the cities for a spell…
This afternoon, on my way home to visit my parents in WI, I hit a deer near Camp Douglas. I was going 70ish in the left lane with a car on my right and one behind me on wet roads. I didn’t skid, slide, or otherwise lose control at all…
The deer didn’t make it. My car made it to the next exit, then I didn’t dare drive it more. The radiator is cracked and leaking a bit. A local body shop will look at it on Tuesday. My insurance will cover it 100%, which is a relief. My parents came and picked me up so I got to Portage safe.
I’m OK. I suspect I’ll be a little sore, but I’m just thankful to be alive and uninjured.
On Tuesday I’ll talk to the shop and decide whether to drive back to Minneapolis (in a borrowed car) or stick around in Portage until it’s fixed.
I found myself wondering if I had left 15 minutes earlier or later if this would have happened, or if that deer was somehow meant for me… I don’t know. I’m thankful to God for keeping me safe, but a bit confounded by his purpose for all this.