In the Rockies today, driving un-distracted, I saw a black bear with a yellow ear tag sneaking across the transCanada highway. I slowed, moved to drive behind him over the center lane. The tag meant, “Don’t stop! If this bear gets dangerously used to humans it will need to be put down.” An oncoming blonde my age saw the bear and me and gave a salute-wave as she passed.
Also today I saw a noble deer at bay, with a broad black nose. He stood, thought better of crossing the highway, and spun about to nimbly return to the forest.
Today I saw a sign by an interesting brown road joining the highway, in the middle of nowhere, “School bus Stop Zone.” Are you curious? I regret I didn’t turn off to coolly explore whatever might be up that less traveled road. No, for although I am on holiday until Monday I had to hurry home by Wednesday afternoon. Sorry.
That’s because over a year ago I had a dozen cars stopped behind me at a red light. Green. A nanosecond passed. The distracted driver behind me, who was on his “hands free cell phone” and had “just broken off with his girlfriend” suddenly noticed the green light and stomped on the gas. Good thing my headrest was precisely adjusted. Too bad I was trying to suck a sour candy with my jaw wayyy out of line. Good thing his girl hadn’t told him she was pregnant—he could have seriously crashed my car. Instead he only impacted my life—now I have to cut my holiday short to see my doctor; my jaw is in dire pain.
“Save the bears!”
If you are a girlfriend, then please don’t be what alcoholic husbands call an “enabler.” Don’t enable your boyfriend to call you from his car in traffic, whether he is moving or still. Tell him there’s no fire, you’re not pregnant, and there’s no reason he can’t wait to call you until he is safe, and legal. It would be the loving thing to do.
Now on the pouring rain side of the mountains