The Hogsty

Morning everybody . . .

24° no flag movement outside my window.

On my return from Riverton yesterday, I got to thinking that because our winter here has been so "mild" that the Pronghorns and Muleys might have a good chance of recovering their losses of two winters ago.
And then for the first time in the canyon I saw a mountain goat down on the high shoulder of the road about across from where they put up the teepee every summer near the RR tracks for rafters to rent. I've always looked for them around the goat wildlife warning sign near the campgrounds approaching the first tunnel heading North from Shoshoni.

Morning. It's a sunny 44 degrees and about 15 mph wind.

The campground at the first tunnel is where I've seen big horn sheep, but no mountain goats yet. I was waiting to pick p my grandson one time when three sheep came wandering down to the river. One sheep posed on the mountain side like every photographer dreams of. Did I have my camera? Nope. Just my phone which doesn't take pictures worth a damn. Before my daughter-in-law and I go to Scotland in September, I want to buy a phone that has a better camera. Not carrying my camera will save room and this phone is about shot, anyway. Motorcycle travel predisposed me to travel light and if I have to take more than a carry-on that fits under the seat and maybe a personal bag I'm not trying hard enough. I hate keeping up with stuff.

The older I get I less I adapt to new things. 45-72 and sunny today.