I was browsing through some older photos today. Not too old as in before digital, well maybe a few actually. Some of these were scanned in. Most from 2004.
When the kids were little and we had a passel of them home, we'd take our packgoats and go hiking in the San Juan mountains for a day. We could all wander and enjoy ourselves without having to carry any gear. The biggest hazard was one of the goats stealing your potato chips.
No kids on this hike. Marshall peering off of the edge of Uncompahgre (that's Un-com-PAH-gre) Mountain, looking many thousand feet down. Goats have incredible depth perception.
No kids on this hike. Marshall peering off of the edge of Uncompahgre (that's Un-com-PAH-gre) Mountain, looking many thousand feet down. Goats have incredible depth perception.
Another outing with kids, goats, and children. This was near the edge of the Black Canyon Of The Gunnison. No lead ropes needed on either species!
Oh Captain, My Captain! How I miss you! The best pack goat ever.
Glorious wildflowers of the West Fork of the Cimarron.
The water's a bit cold this high up!
Looking north from high up in the West Fork Basin.
A tiny portion of my beloved San Juan Mountains.
