A Hike up Rattlesnake Hill

Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

Not long ago, as summer slid into fall, I sprawled on a massive flat stone high above a sun-sparkled river, watching a bald eagle soar silently above me. It was magic, majestic, and possibly dangerous. The sheer drop was just feet from my boots and the trek to the top was littered with peril. That’s what the sign said.