eagle eye

This week I traveled along I-70 through Glenwood Canyon several times. Over my lifetime there have been countless drives along this route. I often wonder the number, it must be in the hundreds. To come and go to the Roaring Fork Valley there are limited options.

With each pass through, the canyon shares a new mood. Yesterday the sun was shining brightly and the roads were clear and dry.  On Monday however, the drive was a bit slow and hairy with winter road conditions. Even then, as I rounded the final bend, I was greeted by two bald eagles flying in the snow. Simply breathtaking!

This reminded me of my nick name that my dad gave me as a child – eagle eye. I would sit contently for hours and watch the mountains go by – keeping my eye out for wildlife – and if there was something out there, I would spot it. 

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