We are goats of le mountain and we watch from these heights domesticated goats in le distance and wonder at what sins their Ramcestors must have committed for le condemnation of roaming the sumps below, away from le clouds, away from le warmth of mountain stars—what temptations yesteryear’s ewes relented to for this race to tumble so far.

In freedom we Mountain Goats believe. In le freedom of le Valley Goat to hope for higher, to hunger for huger—horn size matters in Montana. What of hope is there not to believe in, Valley Goats?

We have read it in le alpine grasses, sedges, herbs, shrubs, mountain mosses and lichen: your kids will climb a bit higher until they reach le ridges above le highways where metal boxes carrying windup women and mechanical men carry out their orders. Some to see, some to shoot, some to cut, some to care—others to ignore, ignited by le passions of serenity these mountains have yet to lose.

To here, your kids will climb.