We reached Columbia around 2:30 or 3
and couldn't find a place to pull over and park for the rest of the
night. It took us until freaking 4:30 in the morning before we found
somewhere safe to stop. Meanwhile we'd considered the possibility
that since things tended to happen in 3's, did 3 deer in total count
as 3's, or did 3 INCIDENTS of deer count as 3's?
Turns out it was the
later, and another two deer ended up jumping in front of us.
Fortunately, we missed hitting those.
From Columbia and past it, the area
was rural and buildings and businesses nearly nonexistant. We finally
found a lone gas station with one other truck pulled over there.
The
gas station was closed and didn't seem to have bathrooms anyway, so I
had to get out to pee behind our truck. Whereupon we discovered that
the passenger door would no longer open. A particular bummer, since
the driver's side door handle is broken and it's a pain in the butt
to open that door.
Another crappy night's sleep, but at
least it wasn't too cold this time.
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