Chapter 3
They continued to linger at the rail of the open car, the breeze of the train’s movement in their faces. Being right out in the fresh air felt great! The train chugged along up the Verde Canyon. Now the walls loomed overhead and the canyon closed in until it almost seemed like a tunnel, although well-lit by the noonday sun. Then one of the tour guides aboard told them a pair of eagles had been sighted just ahead. They were not the Baldies, who were only in the area in the winter, but even Golden Eagles were pretty spectacular. Jon got his best camera ready, the one with the powerful telephoto lens. He saw Clay hesitate.
“I can do a minor zoom on this, but I doubt it’ll be enough,” he muttered.
“If I get some good shots, I could email you a few later,” Jon offered.
“Oh, that w
