Personal Narrative On Rough Road Up The Roan

When my trip commenced everything was going just as planned. I drove my Dad’s beat-up pickup truck up the Roan Plateau in hopes of having a quiet weekend with myself and the quaking aspens. At least that was the plan. I should’ve known something was wrong when the dear fell into the road on my way to the top of the Roan. I was driving along the rough road up the Roan, when out of nowhere, what appeared to be a yearling doe fell from the top of the Plateau and started running at full speed down the mountain. I assumed the doe had gotten a late start and was trying to catch up with her herd, but it had a primal fear in its eyes that I thought was brought on by the unexpected sight of me in the truck. This was odd because deer aren't