One of my goals for our time in Glacier National Park was to see a mountain goat. Because I love goats. I don't know why. I just do.
So when we entered the park and had a chance to talk to a ranger, we were told where to go to have the very best chance of seeing my goat: the goat lick, which is where they go to lick salt and minerals off a cliff. We immediately zoomed over to the lick.
And watched, and waited and........nada. Nope. Not one. So I took a picture of a picture of a goats, bought myself a goat mug from the gift shop, and we moved on to explore another area of the park.
It was a beautiful drive over and I was still lamenting my being deprived of a goat-sighting when I saw THIS.
I commenced hysterical blabbering immediately. Luckily John is fluent in Julia-gone-gaga, and pulled over to the side of the road as I snapped pictures like crazy.
She all but hopped into the car with me. I would have happily let her in but for some reason John thought we shouldn't. Pffffttt.
My goat friend had lots of other buddies:
Can this trip get ANY BETTER?
2 comments:
Goats are awesome...that's why you love goats! I have several goats now and who knew their antics would be so enchanting. Great pics! Goats are hard to house-train so John probably made the right decision....
You are better off staying in your car, as there have been some dangerous interactions with mountain goats in Olympic National Park:
http://seattletimes.com/html/localnews/2013189753_olympicpark18m.html
BeckyJo
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