As I blundered down the Edison Trail — entering tags on an Instagram photo — I looked up. Seven mule deer gathered near the dead end of the trail. I crept toward them, cursing that I had left my DSLR at home. A step then a check of my cell phone camera. Another step and another check. A final step — and I was too close. The does ran off, surrounding a yearling while the antlerless bucks screened them. Then all were gone as fleetingly as a good memory.