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Once again, a little sumpthin’ from the archives, taken at the south rim of the Grand Canyon that was remarkably and gloriously lousy with one of my favorite creatures on the planet on the last day of our 4,500-mile roadtrip in 2006. Susan and I had seen condors via binoculars a long way off the previous day at Vermillion Cliffs, and I had seen my first wild one back in 2003 biking north of San Luis Obispo on our way from San Francisco to Los Angeles, but this was just jaw dropping to be this close to the majestic ethereal birds in such a soul-opening place.
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