That lonely haunting piercing cry of the eagle as it spirals above the canyon.
I'm thinking that it's looking down, shaking its head and thinking. look at that dipstick with his head in the clouds again.

Finding shade in these cathedral canyons is tough, the going rough and water in short supply

I wish I was that guy, that Indiana Jones guy who always has his eye on the way out,

perhaps the eagle is right,
take flight and get the hell out of here.