It was the second week of October in the PNW and the peaks were still free and clear from snow. I knew fall could turn to winter any time and the days were only getting shorter so I decided to spring out of bed at 4:30AM, pack my bag, and take a Tuesday by the horns (cough. foreshadowing.)
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“Holy shit.” -Me
The opportunity to hang out with these real life mythical beasts for an afternoon was an unforgettable experience. Powerful and majestic in their winter coats, the mountain goats commanded respect while at the same time seeming gracious and accommodating. Effortlessly hopping from ledge to ledge, they would stoically survey the hills below from their 7,000 foot perches. When it was time to head back, I wished them a good winter and promised to visit again when the snow had gone.
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