This mediocre photo of an eagle and its eaglets was nearly my last. While scrambling down over a rock to get to a lower ledge I slipped and landed on my back, camera in one hand while my other grasped the brush I laid upon. I only fell a few feet to the ledge I was aiming to reach, not much at all really, but another few inches and I would've been down over a 25 foot drop to trees below. Eep.
I looked over at Matt and smiled, realizing my fortune. He said I would've kicked the can if I went down over, to amuse my own perceived immortality I disagreed. He laughed and said at very least I would've landed on his floor (he's an orthopaedic nurse at the Health Science Centre).
Further around the trail this raven met us by the Queen's Battery, perhaps it was on the hill to swoop me up at the bottom of the cliff, ravens and crows are signs of death some say. Its eyes were full of disappointment as I shot it.
Don't be stupid like me. Exercise caution on trails, especially near cliffs. Gravity wins every time.