Above It All

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On a clear winter day like today, it’s easy to see what is above it all, and why this is such a special place. Biking off the hill this afternoon, I ran into a fog bank. It felt like summer in San Francisco. The fog cleared in the valley, and there was Mt. Baker above it all.

Above it all were bald eagles too, one after the other. I counted over twenty clinging to the branches in the trees along the roads. Clear, calm days like today are dangerous days to be something a bald eagle wants to eat. Fortunately, they are not after me. Though, if you think about it, twenty bald eagles, working together could.

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