|There is just the cold.|
I brace against the wind, put raingear over my long underwear and down coat, and keep climbing. How do mountain goats thrive on these steep, towering peaks in the middle of winter? This is only August.
I am surprised to see someone inside the firetower. The volunteer who mans the fire lookout takes pity on me when I tell him I am here for Mountain Goat Days. He invites me inside, saying the weather will clear out at any moment.
|Showing me how the firefinder is used to triangulate fires.|
“Just keep waiting,” he says.
So I wait.
|Waiting and watching.|
|Cliff faces materialize out of the clouds.|
|Being able to see forever from Swiftcurrent Lookout. Everything is beautiful. I can count mountain goats.|
|How many mountain goats could be tucked away behind all these peaks and rocks? How can I hope to see them?|
|On the way back down, it becomes impossible to imagine the cold of a few hours ago. Change happens so quickly, it takes your breath away.|
Glacier National Park's Citizen Science Program