When I was in college in Vermont, my landlord, Judd Hall, had a free-roaming herd of about twenty goats that surrounded our cabin like clockwork every morning at sunrise. I became endeared to them, their rascal behavior, stubborn smiles, and predictable bells that served as our alarm clock. This solitary rock just begged for a goat to grace its rise, hence an experimental enhancement for this photograph of the mountainous Yukon landscape.