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No more marmots. No more vistas. The rest of my time at Mount Evans on Friday was about mountain goats, and nothing but mountain goats!
Finding Nemo when the young fish were all entranced by the boat. Or the "butt," as I believe they called it.
the Black Widow pose. Sassy!
Emo goat finds nothing but despair in grazing.
All in all, I was on the mountain for about five hours. A good portion of that time was spent crawling around the rocks watching and taking pictures of these animals who for the most part couldn't have cared less about my presence. It still amazes me how much fantastic nature we have right at our doorstep!