6/18/13. What a wonderful, beautiful day! My sister, brother-in-law and I drove up Mt. Evans in Colorado. You can drive very close to the top of this fourteener. Near the top, Glen said whoever sees the first mountain goat gets a nickel. I saw one almost immediately. It turns out the mountain goats have discovered the advantages of tourists. They were literally crowded around the parking area, mooching from the dazzled flatlanders. I always imagine the young one in this image thinking, "You've got to be kidding, Mom." Glen, I don't blame you for not paying up. Seeing a mountain goat didn't turn out to be much of a challenge. But it sure was fun. I learned later that they are not even native to Colorado. They were brought in from farther north for hunting.