The sun warms me to the bone. It feels good, and it has ruined me for fishing. I put down my rod and lay back in the boat to bask like a turtle on a log.
Rising several hundred feet above me is a golden cliff. I see two peregrine falcons, a mustachioed male and a much larger female, perched 100 feet up. Above them sits another raptor, a prairie falcon. Higher still, soaring on the updrafts, I see a caracara, another member of the falcon family.