Closer to Heaven...

I was out cleaning the lower deck at A Peak of Perfection today, when I heard the unmistakable cry....I searched the skies but could not find its source....and so returned to my work. Ten minutes later I heard it again, looked out toward the valley, and there it was - a bald eagle, hanging on a thermal like a hovercraft, not 50 yards away from me. His position (male birds of prey are 1/3 the size of females, and this was clearly a male) did not change for what seemed like an eternity, then he changed his wing pitch and went into a dive. What he was hunting I could not see....nor did I see him return with anything. The 30 seconds we "shared" made me realize how lucky we are to be in the mountains, and that you truly are closer to heaven here.