At the entrance to the Oregon Zoo, there stood a mountain goat. Its name unknown to most. As rain pelted its back, it eyed us with a dark stare, but soon something changed its posture. “The Mountains Are Calling and I Must Go!”

Alas, our friend is still growing fat in the loving arms of captivity.

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