About ten miles outside of Denver, there is a sign. For an Elk Crossing.
I wanted to take an actual picture of it when we passed it on our trip, but we missed our chance... because we were frantically scanning the underbrush for elks. (I know, that's not the plural of elk.) Anyways, I used to drive a smallish Nissan Altima, or other similarly sized cars. Imagine how one of these monstrous deer would shatter such my poor dear car if we were to smack one while they were 'crossing' the highway at 70mph. No bueno!
Thankfully, a friend loaned us an SUV this time, hoping it would help us surviving an elking, I think. Presumably it would have, but it didn't lower the residual stress any.
Needless to say, I always have, and presumably always will, consider the Elk Crossing sign to be the scariest road sign in America... except for possibly, the Moose Crossing sign, which I have yet to see, thankfully.
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