Driving west on the I-90 floating bridge, I glance up at a large, dark bird-shape ahead. Not all dark; a moment’s inspection reveals a showy, snowy head. A bald eagle is flying east along the Interstate.
This stretch of road is dangerous; its ever-changing vista of mountain, lake and sky beguiles the eye. Were I not so well-tied to the mast of survival, I would have driven off this road years ago, enchanted by the view. The raptor is a new twist; a winged siren luring me to the rocks. I force my eyes back to the road. The eagle passes overhead. The Mt. Baker tunnel takes me safely home.
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It sounds lovely. I’m afraid I would have to let you drive and I would be hanging out the window with a camera.
Gah. Darn you! You made me remember that the very first time I arrived in the U-Haul I turned right off I-5 onto I-90, came out of the tunnel and drove across the bridge to my new home on Mercer Island with the sun shining and a rainbow directly arching over the bridge. The goddess in charge of that area is a big-time show-off with no respect at all for the complexities of driving.
Keep your eyes on the road, Kimberly!
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I’d be watching the eagle, too; despite the hazards. Sounds like a lovely place. I adore your cat picture header!
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Oh, another story. That eagle, or its close friend or relative put on another show that was amazing.
Last August (or maybe it was the one before) there was one day open for salmon fishing on Lake WA. We were all out there, hundreds of boats of every shape and size. Personally I was fishing from my kayak, just off the tip of Seward Park.
Trawling back and forth and no one catching anything. Terrible fishing then and there.
The eagle fly above us, circling lower and lower and then “whoosh” dives in right among 15 or 20 boats and comes up with a nice silver salmon. As he flapped off heavily with the wriggling fish, more than one fist was shaken at him in joking honor, and many of us just paused in awe.