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I arrived back home in the wee hours of Monday morning, a few minutes before 4am, to be more exact. During the previous 11 days I'd been hiking and climbing in the mountains near Asheville in North Carolina, kayaking the muddy waters of western South Carolina, and then hiking a bit in the hills of north Georgia. And now I'm back to the boring flat lands of eastern NC. Oh well. Only one interesting incident on that drive home. Just before I got to my house--say 12 miles away--I encountered a deer. I didn't hit it but it was close. The freakin' deer must have been suicidal . It was standing plumb smack in the middle of the lane I was in--and it didn't move an inch. It just watched me do a panic brake and just stood watching. A trifle disappointed, I believe. I really do think it was trying to commit suicide. However I like my car too much to accommodate the damn hoofed nuisance and so I very slowly crept into the other lane and moved around the pesky deer. I was so d...