After a couple of days of roughing it in the wilderness with 30-some-odd college students, building fires, swimming in the freezing lake, massive games of Red Rover, middle-of-the-night pranking, singing, and worshiping God, we pack into the van and various cars and start meandering our way back to Abilene.

We stop for lunch. Erin finishes and, since she is in her own car, leaves on her own to get back to Abilene sooner. We get back on the road a little later and suddenly there is a phone call from her saying that she is on the side of the highway. We catch up to her about ten minutes later, and her car is on the shoulder, Erin is in hysterics, her windshield is caved in, she and the interior of her car are covered in glass, there are feathers everywhere, and a huge dead turkey on the side of the road. Apparently said turkey decided to bound across the road and attempt flight. He succeeded, but only in his flight to Turkey Heaven. Unless it was a turkey suicide??