Watching the Eagles Rise and Finding a Better View
Watching the eagles rise above the canyon floor is one of those things you really have to see in person to fully appreciate. I remember the first time I actually caught it happening. I was sitting on a jagged rock at about six in the morning, nursing a thermos of coffee that was more steam than caffeine, just waiting for the world to wake up. There's this specific moment when the sun hits the valley wall and the air starts to shift. That's when it happens. They don't just flap their wings and struggle for altitude; they catch a current and just ascend. It looks effortless, even though you know there's a ton of power behind it. ...