One of the visual symbols I've come to recognize as part of coming home is the cement deer on the rock along Hwy 243. It has always struck me as a strange sculpture, especially because we have real deer in Idyllwild. However, as I prepare to move away from the hill, I realize how much I'm going to miss such quirky details along our mountain roads. I don't know what prompted the owners of that property to install the deer family, but I do enjoy it.
