The unexpectedly bizarre incident on the Chapman trail had thrown me for a loop. You could tell from the moment of exchange that we both had no idea what was going on and that we were both genuinely surprised at what had just happened. The deer froze, and we made eye contact for what seemed like a full 20 seconds. The doe quickly rolled from where it landed on its side and shot up before staring in my direction.
I could hear the sheer power of the hooves and the weight of the large animal as it slammed onto the narrow ledge of the rock face several thousand feet above the last human I saw. The crash sounded like the moment a riding horse shifts from a trot to a full gallop. I heard rustling from the freely growing shrubbery that lined the dirt trail, and then I saw it crash from seemingly nowhere about 20 feet ahead of my trekking poles.
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