Friday, July 15, 2011
Bathed By A Mountain Goat
Mountain goat was to 12,500 feet, and he wanted to say hello.
A mountain goat is not afraid of people, I had heard. But I've always been surprised when I saw one foot in front of me on the rocks. I was 12,500 feet on Mount Shavano (Colorado), and was less than 40 feet from me. He looked at me, looked at me, and I felt I could walk straight to it and touch it. More hikers arrived at the track, however, and made him nervous. We all took our pictures and moved on.
There were many wild animals. Squirrels chirped me in the woods, and a hare running, half of his feet are still with his white winter camouflage. Just above the trees, the pika climbed on the rocks, and large birds, watched from above, trying to find an easy meal.
Two hours later, most of us hikers were at the top to 14,229 feet. At least eight people strolled around the top, use cell phones to tell friends away, where they were and took digital photos of an issue of the fat Marmot and beg for food. After a short visit, I climbed rocks and moved to Mount Tabeguache (14,155 feet), a few miles from Shavano.I was alone at the top. I took my shoes and socks and put my feet on the edge, enjoying the sun, then snow, then sun, then snow. The weather changes quickly in the mountains in June. I shared a quick meal of biscuits and peanuts to the local ground squirrels, and then started back down the mountain.
My Mountain Goat
The others have gone - it's always a good idea to leave the top of these mountains in the morning cometh. Lightning kills usually starts to hit rush hour. Down about 12,500 feet, the goat than I expected. I sat on a rock and saw it.
Maybe he thought I was obliged, as I have seen nature as it was. I always do that. There was not much in the way of edible plants (which was early in the season), but I stopped peeling and eating a few stalks of thistle before. Perhaps he had seen and thought to be a mountain goat like him.
He not only fear, but ready to go right up to me, so I took my camera and invited closer. It occurred to me that if I held the camera in one hand, I could take my other hand and take a picture of him licking my fingers. He agreed with her and went straight to lick my hand when I took the photo.
Shaking his hoof, he decided, was too much. Maybe he did not want to lose his footing on the rocks. I said goodbye and headed down the runway, and he returned to pasture.
When I show pictures to friends, I tell them that he probably licked my hand too salty. But I like to think he was really just to say hello, because he saw me up there to graze like a mountain goat. I wonder if he'll remember this summer?
Pictures/SnapShot :
A mountain goat is not afraid of people, I had heard. But I've always been surprised when I saw one foot in front of me on the rocks. I was 12,500 feet on Mount Shavano (Colorado), and was less than 40 feet from me. He looked at me, looked at me, and I felt I could walk straight to it and touch it. More hikers arrived at the track, however, and made him nervous. We all took our pictures and moved on.
There were many wild animals. Squirrels chirped me in the woods, and a hare running, half of his feet are still with his white winter camouflage. Just above the trees, the pika climbed on the rocks, and large birds, watched from above, trying to find an easy meal.
Two hours later, most of us hikers were at the top to 14,229 feet. At least eight people strolled around the top, use cell phones to tell friends away, where they were and took digital photos of an issue of the fat Marmot and beg for food. After a short visit, I climbed rocks and moved to Mount Tabeguache (14,155 feet), a few miles from Shavano.I was alone at the top. I took my shoes and socks and put my feet on the edge, enjoying the sun, then snow, then sun, then snow. The weather changes quickly in the mountains in June. I shared a quick meal of biscuits and peanuts to the local ground squirrels, and then started back down the mountain.
My Mountain Goat
The others have gone - it's always a good idea to leave the top of these mountains in the morning cometh. Lightning kills usually starts to hit rush hour. Down about 12,500 feet, the goat than I expected. I sat on a rock and saw it.
Maybe he thought I was obliged, as I have seen nature as it was. I always do that. There was not much in the way of edible plants (which was early in the season), but I stopped peeling and eating a few stalks of thistle before. Perhaps he had seen and thought to be a mountain goat like him.
He not only fear, but ready to go right up to me, so I took my camera and invited closer. It occurred to me that if I held the camera in one hand, I could take my other hand and take a picture of him licking my fingers. He agreed with her and went straight to lick my hand when I took the photo.
Shaking his hoof, he decided, was too much. Maybe he did not want to lose his footing on the rocks. I said goodbye and headed down the runway, and he returned to pasture.
When I show pictures to friends, I tell them that he probably licked my hand too salty. But I like to think he was really just to say hello, because he saw me up there to graze like a mountain goat. I wonder if he'll remember this summer?
Pictures/SnapShot :
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