High Society

Winter comes quickly in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest. One minute the weather is clear; the next there is nothing but white as a wet mist and snow envelop the rugged terrain. Out of nowhere there appears the king of crags . . . bounding effortlessly over impossible footholds on the sheer mountainside. This is the domain of the mountain goats and their “High Society” is one which few living things-man or beast-will ever encounter.