Thursday, 3 July 2014
When I was a kid I remember being amazed by my Dad's uncanny ability to spot mountain goats.
Any time we were traveling through the mountains Dad was always on the lookout for mountain goats. He would strain his neck to look out the windshield and would point at a mountain. "There's a mountain goat! And another one! and two more over there!" I'm pretty sure Mom took hold of the steering wheel on these occasions. My siblings and I would take the binoculars and look where he was pointing and sure enough we could see the tiny white specks on the mountains.