PHOTO PROMPT © Krista Strutz
Jill and I took paddleboarding lessons from our neighbor, Jack, who led small groups on weekend excursions. After three seasons of local trips, we felt ready to embark on the big Alaska adventure. It would be just us three. We flew into Cordova airport and stayed at Jack’s cabin on Eyak Lake.
On our fourth day we spied a bald eagle resting on driftwood. Jill urged me to paddle closer so she could take a picture. Baldy and I locked eyes; I was feeling the magic timelessness of the moment.
I felt a paddle crack the side of my skull.
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