“Thanks, really appreciate it,” I tell them as we turn and continue walking. We check along the cliff edge and finally at the rocky point, just as described for us, we spot the nest well below. We see movement but can’t make out any details from this distance.
“Can we walk out there?” Hunter implores, pointing to a rocky spire some fifty yards farther out.
“I don’t think so, Hunter. That would take a while.” What he calls a “hike” would really be a lot of climbing and scrambling, down then back up.
“Please,” he begs. “I’m really fast on rocks.”