I figured it would take us about 30 minutes to climb up to the goat, but an hour into it, we had covered only half the distance. Every step was a battle. If it had been just the brush, the snow, or the steep hillside, it would have been short work, but combined, it felt like the mountain itself was trying to keep us out. From a distance, salmonberry brush looks almost easy to pass through. However, when you get close, you realize that this sinister plant grows just high enough to slap you in the face with each stride. Another of its dirty tricks is to provide just enough resistance to push you away from the hillside while you try to climb through, but not enough strength to let you use it as a handhold to pull yourself up. Throw in a few sharp thorns, plus crotch-deep snow in every gully, and you’ve got yourself a party.