The freaking miracle of living in the Pacific Northwest is the beauty that just stretches in every direction every day of your life.

I've seen an ever increasing number here in Central Pennsylvania. 20 years ago, they were very uncommon, but now I see them almost every time I go kayaking.

When I lived on Whidbey Island, there was an aerie near one of the buildings I visited and they could often be heard chattering away. Never got old.

I was afraid the Eagle Creek fires last year wiped out their haviuat. It's good to know they are still there.

So many people have their eyes glued to their smartphones. They are missing connections with people, and seeing the beauty and wonder of the great outdoors.

Last Spring walking along the riverfront trail in Wenatchee, WA, I felt thrilled when a bald eagle with a six-foot wingspan flew right overhead, swooping down toward the Columbia River beside the trail. I could feel the whoosh of air from its wings. Splash!

Without pausing, the eagle snatched a fish from the river and soared upward, holding the fish in its talons.

"Did you SEE that eagle?" I called excitedly to people around me. No. They were all glued to their smartphone screens. Nobody else saw it. What a shame.

Watching that eagle was a peak, ecstatic moment in my life. I'll never forget it.

We all need more low-level ecstasy in our lives. This is a call to open your eyes, to see and feel the wonder and joy in life.

Been there, done that. Impressive.