Get off my mountain

August 23, 2006 I was sitting on top of Quandary, having some lunch, when this little guy and his mother walked up from the west ridge, wandered past the dozen or so of us, and stopped to have a look around. He left his mother and walked up to the rocks that were the absolute summit, looked around, then turned and stared at me for a few seconds. Then he walked back to his mother, and the two of them wandered out of site down the east ridge.