by Steve Chambers
You walk, they follow. Sort of. Leaving it all behind with a High Uintas goat pack trip.
At 10,000 feet, the air has about half the oxygen it does at sea level, which explains my pounding heart and burning lungs. My backpack is lighter than usual, though, thanks to Shorty, who is carrying about 30 pounds of my 45 pounds of gear. Shorty is my goat.