It doesn't matter if the sky is sunny or cloudy, a walk on top of our "mountain" (for British-Columbians, this is but a slight bump...) is a treat for the eyes. Open skies, birds of prey, non-stop views. Good for the soul.
With my pack dog, who carries his water and snacks, we can cover a few kilometers on the ridge, and watch for goats... this is what he is staring at right now... We sat down on a rock, got out the binoculars, and silently watched more than 70 feral goats go by. The wind was favorable, and they couldn't pick us out, so we were able to watch them enjoy a sunny afternoon, many of them seemed to be sunbathing.
Above: Finn the pack dog
Above: a tiny bit of the 100+ goats that went by, following one
of the many paths they have carved into the mountain...
Above: A ship follows the international boundary line. Behind, the US islands...
And finally, on the way back down (4 km of dirt road, rather rough and single lane most of the way...), I noticed a bit of fence that was "modified" by a tree which was blown down during a storm. Nice bit of geometry.
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