On July 28, my son and I traveled to Mt. Evans, a 14,264-foot peak located about 1½ hours west of Denver. The route is paved the entire way, ending just short of the summit, and is the highest paved road in North America.
The highlight of our morning’s journey was a small herd of mountain goats right near the highway, at about 13,600 feet.
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I pulled off the highway as far as I could—at that elevation, the pavement is narrow and shoulderless—grabbed my camera, and scrambled down the rock-strewn slope with my son. Thinking back upon it, as dizzy as I felt in the thinner air, I was fortunate not to have tripped over my own feet, to say nothing of all the rocks!
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It turned out that there was no need to rush. We soon realized the mountain goats were soaking up the bright morning sun at that particular area, and weren’t in the mood to move away just because some two-legged creatures wanted a closer look at them.
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As you can see in these images, the goats were the picture of contentment; in fact, their expressions were amazingly humanlike when compared to animals I had seen on previous trips to the northern Rockies.
In my next post, I look forward to sharing photos of the young kids in the herd with you!
— Jerry Blank
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