When we realized it wasn’t, we decided it was just following instinct and doing what it was suppose to do (but why out on the pavement when the forest was just a few feet away?). So we drove off, found the trailhead, and hiked. Came back about an hour and a half later to find it was still lying in the exact same spot. Jeff wanted to check to see if it was alive, so he nudged it softly with his foot. It was definitely alive, but it just would…not…move…! We went back to the car not quite knowing what to do. We had thoughts of putting it in the car and taking it to a wildlife rehab center, but then visions of the deer scene in "Tommy Boy" danced in my head and that was that.
Fortunately, a Mt. Hood Meadows or Timberline Lodge worker had driven up, and as he approached the fawn it got up weakly. He threw his jacket over it, which almost immediately subdued it, then scooped it up in his arms. Then he asked us if we were packing any lighter fluid or barbeque sauce. (KIDDING…)
He speculated that it was possibly only a few hours old (I suspected older) and was orphaned, lying on the sun-baked pavement for warmth since there was still snow on the ground elsewhere. Fortunately, he had a couple of buddies driving up who could take it down to a wildlife rehab center. I’m going to assume the best for this little guy (or gal—we didn’t check, assuming their bits and pieces are similar to ours) from here on out.
A respected and trusted member from another site later advised me that it’s not uncommon for mothers to go on long grazing sojourns and leave the fawn behind, who will obey instinct and can remain still for hours at a time. This member also acknowledged that lying on the pavement was not a safe place for the little guy to be and so didn’t disagree with the approach that was taken by the resort worker, and the intent here is strictly to educate and inform others in case they happen upon a similar circumstance.