Three steps forward... Blown Back Two...

Morning of day three on the road... Had just crossed Wolf Creek Pass and rolled through Pagosa Springs...

I was moving 15 under, at 50 in a 65, pissing people off, because a deer had earlier crossed 200 feet or so in front.

... A flicker of movement in the corner of my left eye__ started to look left, only made it as far as the left rear view mirror.

She had came up the bank below the left side of the road, invisible in the brush, virtually behind me, crossed the lane and vaulted 6 feet in the air to impact her head into the roof rack.

Only caught the movement in the last sliver of peripheral vision.

The bitches body spun and blew out the quarter window - freaking the bat shit crazy Arlo out... and than spinning in behind the yukon to catch the nose, WHAM... blew a hole in the trailer.

Inside the wall is caved in 4". The medicine chest the bitch centered exploded in pieced against the ramp, all the way to the rear... gratefully missing the bike somehow. 

The counter got blown off its ledgers... and of course the wall itself is blasted in pieces...

Set in a camp now... Working out pulling the bow out of 2 wall studs as much as I can and riveting a temporary patch of sheet metal to return some weatherproof until I have the funds and willingness to do permanent repair this winter after my harvest job...

NOT willing to lose this summer...

Put Val over the roads in Mesa Verde yesterday... 

When the hurt and frustration of the never ending struggle that is this life is weighing down and darkening your spirit... put some rolling thunder between your knees...

Put your knees in the breeze...

And leave that sorry shit behind.

- Brian