We obviously couldn’t go too fast because of the curves, and imagine our shock when we came around a bend to find a big black cow right in our path. We stopped in good time a few feet away. It just stood there in the road looking at us and did not budge, and as we waited it became apparent that it was not going to move. We didn’t even think to honk the horn and wouldn’t have because a) we didn't want that big black cow stampeding over our hood, and b) we didn’t want it to run over the cliff. We finally edged around it, not thinking that we would see another cow along that road and hopefully not one practically kissing our bumper.
How wrong could we be? We saw more cow signs and crossed over several cattle grids. We then saw another cow making his way down the hill to the road, and another munching on a patch of grass at the edge of the road. Then we spotted yet another, the one on the hump of the hill. We were trying to figure out how it was going to get down because as far as we could see, the hill seemed too steep for any ordinary cow to climb. This obviously was no ordinary cow, this one was crossed with a mountain goat.