Mingling with Eagles
Hey-oooooo!!!! Canada is full up to the brim with bald eagles!!! Brackendale is the hang out spot for bald eagles on their winter vaycay.
Even though it is the national bird of my native country, I have never once in my life seen a bald eagle in the good ol’ US of A. Except for the one time a bald eagle flew around the stadium during the national anthem at a Cubs game at Wrigley Field in Chicago – so I don’t really count that time.
People in the stands were crying, y’all.
Squamish + Brackendale are hosts to wintering bald eagles late November to March, with it’s peaks in December + January. I’ve been dying to go – I’m starting to become a bit of a bird watcher….where’s my Audubon subscription?!
Jeff was screwing around that morning + we left a half hour later than I would have liked. I WAS PISSED!!!! There was a guided tour that I wanted to catch + I was in a TIZZY!!!!!! We picked up our naturalist nephew, Matt + drove about an hour north on the 99. The tour was to depart from the Brackendale Art Gallery.
On the main floor they had a power point type of presentation showing the current count of bald eagle sightings + where those locations are. Note – they like to hang out at the dump!!! The ladies weren’t that excited when I loudly pointed that out to Matt. They are scavengers, after all – sorry to squash romantic visions of the soaring, majestic bald eagle!
There is great Pacific Northwest art + amazing Bells of Brackendale made from recycled + found materials. Me want one!
A most fortuitous turn of events – on the other side of the bridge lay the gem, Fergie’s Cafe.
Drooool!!!! Such a great find! I had a salmon benedict, Jeff had corned beef hash + Matt, the BLT!!! I had to do some Dia de los Muertos additions on this photo because I just couldn’t deal…..I looked like a major nerd with the thumbs up, so I had to do something with this travesty of a picture.
We called it, “Where Salmon Go to DIE” because there were salmon carcasses + bones in the river beside it. I was like, “Yo this place reeks. I’m hightailing it out of here.”. Matt on the other hand was very curious – aaaaah boys do love the macabre.
Matt found a little cave entrance. It’s amazing the things that Matt noticed + pointed out to us along the trail. The eyes of the child are so much more keen to their surroundings than the adults’, whose eyes just look straight ahead. At what point did I lose that ability?..
We trekked for what seemed like forever along train tracks + scrambling over + under branches – it was wet, sludgy slow going. Finally, we reached Squamish River. There was a couple of guys fly fishing in the river. I’d love to learn one day.
A lone eagle waiting for a catch. I was really excited about all the eagles we had seen that day. But apparently, numbers were down + in previous years Jeff has seen MASSIVE amounts of eagles – in the HUNDREDS!!!!
I had so much fun being outside + running around in the snow + the mud chasing after eagles. Jeff + I thought it was really super special to have our nephew Matt with us rambling on our adventures – it really renewed my faith in kids discovering the craziness in nature + loving the outside world!