...until the first time I encountered a California Condor.
One day I was riding my motorcycle on a trail that I'd traveled about a thousand times through a patch of newly forested clear-cut, and I stopped along the path to rest from the heat of the day.
As I sat, the sun suddenly dissapeared behind a shadow about fifteen feet long travelling along the ground.
It really kinda took me aback...I'm all like "WTF?? couldn't be an airplane, no noise.
then I hear this big "foof, foof, foof" sound, as I could seemingly hear the air pass through each hackle of it's enormous wings as they sliced through the air. It flew so close to the ground, that I could almost reach out and touch it.
...and as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
The very next time that I went to take a ride on my favorite trail, there was a huge red sign across the path that said:
"KEEP OUT!! THIS LAND HAS BEEN CONFISCATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA UNDER THE ENDANGERED SPECIES ACT!!" : (