Steven Sebestyen, August 1, 2017

It was the hallmark call of an eagle that finally broke the silence and the apparent trance that had come over me as I stood on the edge of Pennsylvania’s Grand Canyon, staring slack jawed into the impossibly lush and expansive forest that rolled out beneath me. A second call rang thought the canyon, and I ripped my eyes away from the breathtaking view to catch a glimpse of the majestic bird playing in the thermal updrafts high above me, undoubtably enjoying the newfound sunshine and drying its wings.

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