Last night mountains goats continued to trip over our tent guide lines. The resulting shudder, stumble and bleat were not sleep-inducing. To those goats who stole my rest I offer this, (read yelling and in a French accent) "Hey goat! Hey! I've got something to say to you! Your father fucked a goat and your mother got fucked by a goat! Think about that tonight."
Mountain goats really like salt. They like salt so much that they follow you around when you move away from whatever you were doing for this is what you do before you pee. When you pee they come within three feet of you and start lapping it up like there is no tomorrow. Then a big one comes over and scares away the entrepreneur that discovered the precious pee in the first place. With a resigned bleat, the prospector scampers off to make room for the big boy. It gets hard working for the man. Drink coffee, pee. Drink water, pee. Eat dinner, read a book, pee. Sleep, pee. The man's just about working me to death.
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