We drove down from Jackson last night; the trip took us 4 hours instead of 3 because of all the deer on the road. Count: 3 alive, 3 dead. I didn't even bother counting the dead badgers and skunks.
Kemmerer is an eerie, empty town to drive into at 10:30 p.m., and it was made more so to have Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" on the radio. Despite Julien's very comforting, "This is the kind of town where I can imagine someone stumbling up to the car window, gasping, 'Help me!'" we ended up sleeping in the car again:
We sleep really well in those Marmot sleeping bags! And no zombies or zombie-chased victims disturbed our rest.