“You going to see the eagles?” the husband asks. I pause long enough for him to realize I don’t know what he’s talking about. “Well, just go all the way out to the point and look down,” he explains. “There’s a nest.”
“In a U-shaped tree,” the son adds excitedly.
“Right,” the man confirms even before his son finishes, “U-shaped, just below the cliff.” The bright blue BSU football T-shirt stretched tightly across his expanding gut is emblematic of his enthusiasm.