Near Logan Pass we stopped for me to look at some wildflowers and the boys romped off down a trail. Soon they rushed back, calling me to come quick. I followed them around the trail to come face-to-face with a pure white mountain goat who seemed quite unafraid. I fired off acouple of shots and then rushed back to get my big lens and tell Brenda. We then got quite a good view of him as he sauntered up the steep meadow and then climbed the sheer rock wall with incredible ease. That was a real treat. August 20, 1982.