As soon as Nick, my sure-footed son, crested the rocky summit of Goldilocks — the signature day hike at Fernie’s renowned Island Lake Lodge — he froze in fear. Clearly something wasn’t right. I slowly inched up behind him, a wave of trepidation washing over me. What was it? A bear? A fallen hiker? Sasquatch? None of the above. A majestic mountain goat, pure white, with two jet-black horns protruding from its head, was staring him down just a couple of metres away. Read More