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- "Uh, don't look now but I think we have another problem."
- On the ledge stood Mr. Mountain Goat's homeboys. And they didn't look happy to see us.
- "Uh-oh," I said.
- It took the goats approximately two seconds to cover about a hundred feet of ledges, boulders, gullies, and curves.
- I turned.
- I ran.
- Tobias fluttered away to safety. Ax leaped nimbly away. Me? I got goat horn in the butt.
- I flew.
- "Aaahhhhh!"
- Later, I read that male mountain goats enjoy butting each other with their horns - in each other's butts.
- And let me just say that unless you have been butted down a fifteen-foot-high cliff by a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound angry male mountain goat, you have not experienced true humiliation.
- (Next chapter...)
- I lay in my bed, in the dark. Every few minutes I'd check the glowing numbers of the clock. Three fifteen. Three forty-two. Four-oh-nine.
- I wanted to sleep. Needed to sleep. Couldn't.
- Ever have one of those nights? Where you're exhausted, where you'd pay anything just to fall asleep? But the wheels in your head just keep spinning and spinning aid spinning?
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