I think I've mentioned before that John's Jeep has become our little adventure vehicle. With all of the Uintah Mountains basically at our doorstep, and an iPhone to stuff completely full of topographical maps, we regularly head out on little expeditions. Yesterday was one of our most adventurous.
After an hour-and-a-half drive, we headed up the trail for a mile-and-a-half. Bella started out as leader. . .
Get out the way of me and my crew-crew-crew.")
As we were trying to find some fish in the lake, we heard rocks falling from the cliff. When we looked up, we saw this:
The real mountain goats, of course, inspired my own little babies to scamper around the rocks. We escaped nearly unscathed--nothing a few bandaids couldn't fix.