So I'm driving along this road, and this is the same road that I've rode on as a kid for years (usually listening to a Jimmy Buffet Casette), so I know it pretty well. There is a hill before you get to Chicora that at the crest of it has a huge sweeping turn overlooking a farm with a pond and cows and general lovely.
So I crest this hill overlooking the general lovely and stop dead in my tracks..... granted, I think I swore a bit when I realized what actually happened. Because before me were three random goats standing in the middle of my lane.
|Well, we don't have a car, but whatever....|
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So what do these goats do? They just stand there and look at me. So I slowly try to move around them, and I guess in their goat minds it went like this:
GOAT: WOAH, Big scary green thing coming after us. DIVE DIVE DIVE!And by dive I mean that the three goats literally dove under the guard rail and into the general lovely.
I had never seen goats in that field, and I probably wont again, but I did that day. And whether they realized it or not, the fact that I was only going like 40 miles an hour and was scared of the road saved them.
I should get a medal or something for that...
The wedding itself was quite lovely, albeit I don't understand the hoopla for getting married - I guess I don't particularly understand why such planning is needed, but then again I don't understand much... or plan much.
Finals are coming up soon here and then summer comes... and then hopefully I'll be able to post better content....