I spy a shaggy mountain goat sitting on a snow bank down the east ridge a bit. After awhile he decides to come pay us a visit. Very cautiously, he walks by. He takes a few steps, stops to look at us, and repeats this, all the way past, within about 75 feet. After we descend to the saddle, we can see him up on the summit looking down on us. I think he has to keep an eye on us.