Thousands of Deer Created a Christmas Traffic Jam—Until Drivers Realized What They Were Running From
On a quiet Christmas Eve morning, drivers on Highway 101 through the Cascade Mountains thought they were witnessing a holiday miracle when thousands of deer suddenly flooded the road, creating the most beautiful traffic jam anyone had ever seen. Children pressed their faces to car windows, adults reached for cameras, and everyone smiled at what seemed like nature’s gift to the season. But as the minutes passed and the deer kept running—all in the same direction, all with the same desperate urgency—the wonder began to fade. When the truth finally emerged about what was chasing them through the forest, no one was smiling anymore.
A Perfect Christmas Morning
The snow had been falling steadily since before dawn, laying a pristine white blanket across the mountain highway. It was December 24th, and the morning traffic was lighter than usual—most people were either already where they needed to be for the holidays or taking their time getting there.
Sarah Martinez adjusted her rearview mirror to check on her seven-year-old daughter Maya, who was coloring a Christmas tree in her activity book. Behind them, boxes of carefully wrapped presents filled the backseat, evidence of weeks of secret shopping and planning. They were driving to Sarah’s parents’ house in Bend, Oregon, where three generations would gather for their traditional Christmas Eve dinner.
“Mom, look how pretty it is,” Maya said, pressing her face to the window as they drove through a corridor of snow-laden pine trees. “It’s like we’re driving through a Christmas card.”
Sarah smiled, slowing slightly as the snow began to fall more heavily. The highway curved gently through old-growth forest, the kind of scenery that belonged on postcards and holiday commercials. Other cars moved at a comfortable pace around them—a few families like theirs, some commercial trucks making holiday deliveries, an elderly couple in a Buick who waved when Maya pressed her mittened hand to the window.
The radio played soft Christmas music, interrupted occasionally by traffic reports that mentioned nothing more concerning than minor delays at the mountain passes. The weather service had predicted continued snow, but nothing severe. It was the kind of winter day that made people grateful to live in the Pacific Northwest, where even December storms seemed gentler than elsewhere.
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