Eagles in the Wild

Next we drove to a place called Three Lakes. Another small campground but these people were roughing it – no power, no water, no nothing. We got the most ridiculous directions… over a culvert and look for a big pine tree in the middle of a big field – you can’t miss it. Yeah right. Down another rough dusty road for what seemed like 5 miles at least when suddenly Victor spotted an eagle flying so we followed it. If not for that we never would have found the right place. There was a female guarding a nest and the male was guarding everything. Victor walked across the field and got close enough for pictures but still a long ways away because the male started circling around as if to say back off. Of all days I had on sandals and the terrain was too rough for me.