The day after New Year’s, I went hiking on a trail here in Arizona known as the Goldfield Ovens Loop. This is a nine or so mile trail that includes an odd feature: A giant fucking oven carved out of the side of a mountain, as if God himself decided to make some hash brownies or something. Another odd feature: A large sign informing me that there are nesting bald eagles about, and that I’m keeping them from getting their groove on. Apparently, if you’re a bald eagle getting ready to do your sexy thang, a hiker walking at the base of the cliff you’re perched upon is the equivalent of a cold shower, a kick to the nuts, and a surprise visit from the mother-in-law all rolled into one. That’s fucking lame, bald eagles. Very, very lame. Continue reading