Easter egg hunt: Let's look for mountain goats instead!

Last Saturday, the morning paper here said that there would be a Mountain Goat viewing event in the Little Cottonwood Canyon Park and Ride from 9 to noon.

Telescopes would be provided.

Well how about that?

Little Cottonwood Canyon's Park and Ride is about eight miles from my house so off I went to see what I could see.

As YOU can see from the above photo, yes I actually DID see some wild mountain goats, and photographed them as well!

There was a moderate sized crowd in the Park and Ride area.

Lots of folks brought their telescopes and binoculars and other scope type things.

Several Rangers were there willing and able to point out where the goats were hanging around waaaaayyyy up in the mountains above us.

Now this is what I was looking at with a telephoto lens.

Can you see the goats?

(One is directly above the ? in the sentence above, at about the five o'clock position in the photo.)

There are five goats in this photo.

I was able to crop down on the photos for a better look.

I think the goats are shedding their winter coats.

They look kind of messy right now.

It was helpful when the goats would move around a little.

From where we were standing the goats were about the size of poppy seed on the mountain.

Boy do they blend in!

They are pretty big critters.

The rangers had displays and information about the goats.

Kids were invited to touch the pelts, horns and hooves of slain goats.

Seeing the little kids with their mamas was sweet.

Both the human and goat kid varieties!

See the green tree smack dab in the middle of the photo?

There is a goat next to it.

Honestly, most of the time I couldn't see the goats.

There is one of the ledge at about the 9 o'clock position on the very edge of this photo.

Do I need to go rent a more powerful camera lens and go photograph the goats again?

I think so!

You can see the two goats in this photo, right?

View in a diagonal line, from upper left to lower right.

So this is what it looked like WITH full zoom.

I labeled where the two goats are in this scene.

They are the same two in the last two photos, without cropping.

First one would try to see a white speck with one's naked eye or borrowing a powerful telescope.

Then one would attempt to find the same rocky out crop/bush/tree again through the camera view finder.

Good luck with that!

It really did feel like a wild crazy twist on Easter egg hunting.

Especially when someone would yell out "I see it!"  or "Look, there are five of them and they are walking!"

I have had the pleasure of seeing Mountain Goats on the highway up in the Canadian Rockies.

There the goats perch on rocky outcrops above the highway. 

One can see the goat's nostrils and horn ridges and eye lashes they are so close sometimes.

(I swear I heard one of them say "Out for a drive, eh?" as we drove past...)

I don't think our goats are going to come as close at the Canadian goats, but hey, I only had to drive eight miles to see them here!

Easter 2014

Easter 1982...our daughter was four and our son was two.  I had sewn them matching Easter outfits and Grandpa had planned their egg hunt in his back yard.

Jeff was so proud of his successful hunt the next Easter.

Our family with a mother-daughter hand hold.  I miss holding  my daughter's hands.

Remember the Holly Hobbie look?

2014...32 years later egg hunts for a two year old boy is happening for a new generation.  I think we have a new tradition: The Easter Cat Cheeto hides the Eggs!

Grandpas always help with egg hunts, this Papa helps by holding the beloved brown bear lovey to free up little boy hands for egg hunting.

An egg with nothing inside still brings smiles!

Paska has been added to our family Easter fare.  Luke prefers to call it "cake".

Jeff kept thinking I said I was bringing pasta and said OK to be polite.

I wore a black dress and a black pillbox hat that had a bit of veiling around the edge to the local Greek Orthodox Good Friday service. It was a poignant service of scripture reading without commentary. 

At the end an icon of Christ was removed from a cross and the icon was tenderly wrapped in a shroud, then carried around the sanctuary and the placed in a flower covered booth.  I had never so fully grasped the emotions of Good Friday before; seeing that part of the Easter story silently re-enacted was so moving.

The black funeral dress (not typical at the service) marched the somber events of that day.

Wearing bright pastels on Easter after the funeral black of Friday felt so celebratory.

(My I recommend using paint aps to render portrait pictures artfully and sans aging details? Some theologians think in heaven we will all be in perfect late 20something bodies.  Let's just say the Paint Booth ap may give a hint of what I might look like in heaven...)

Easter dinner at Jeff's house with some friends as guest too.  I love how he and his wife almost always invite people to join us for special meals.

It was a beautiful weekend weather wise. I counted 160+ tulips in bloom in my garden.

I didn't count the daffodils.  I switched to counting my blessings instead.

My calendar says this is Easter week. 

I like that...He is Risen!  

Let's declare it over and over again!