So we built the pens. I lent them some wire from old zoo pens that we had to tear down to build a parking lot. The post for the pens, they have areas up on the mountain. It was in a former CC camp. Nobody went there, it’s all deserted. 6,000 feet elevation, it was a terrible place. Froze every night. Of at least one day of every month of the year, it was so God awful cold up there, but it was sterile.
