On the way out to the Big Lake, we tried out best to rescue a small white dog, that felt it necessary to run on the 55 mph road right at our oncoming Jeep. We stopped mid drive, tried yelling at it to go home, getting out and chasing it back to a home, tried coaxing it to us with goldfish crackers and a cup of ice water, and eventually just went up to a house, asked if that was their dog running crazy in the street. Found out it was their neighbor's who lived down a dirt private drive. The people I talked to said they'd call. It was out of our hands, this dog was in no way coming to us, or getting out of the road.
A little further down the road, we saw 15 deer eating in a yard and four of them decided to run in front of our slowly moving Jeep.
I had caught sight of an old, rusty, orange bridge on the drive out, I asked to stop to get a pic.; Mike suggested we stop on the way back. It proved to be a better pic. taking time and better view from the other side.
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