We all passed, men and horse, one by one, along the goat paths.
Limping, I made my way along the goat path.
It was hard going, but we finally reached the ridge and followed the goat path to a rock marker.
They found themselves following a goat path, their hands pressed against the stone for support.
Instead he climbed up the goat path beside the graveyard.
Walk back down the goat paths to the main road (look out for the caves where people still live).
He slid by and disappeared up the goat path between the houses.
They'd gotten down off the mountain road, which was only slightly more improved than a goat path, without any more problems.
He got to his feet, took one look down the goat path, and started on the longer but less terrifying route home.
From there it turned into a goat path, then into a game trail.
