Wednesday night we went walking to Nugget falls. Before we got half way there Mr. X was itching to sling some rocks, so I left him among the egg shaped stones and continued to the sand bar in front of the falls.
There were six mountain goats grazing on cliffs, and I took a seat on the DRY sand to watch. The kids appeared to be exploring; hopping from rock to rock, and weaving in and out of the willows. The adults grazed in the sunshine.