Yak Is Whack.

I don't know what these are, but I want one.

A wonderful friend and I visited Montgomery Woods this weekend, and as we were driving back to the coast on the Comptche - Ukiah Road, we passed these... these... What would you call these, exactly?

Whatever you call them, I bet you could shear them and make sweaters out of their wool. Presuming you could get close enough with the clippers. Considering those horns, you and the yak would first have to come to some sort of agreement or understanding...

Whatever they are, they live on the Shambhala Ranch.

When you go to the Shambhala Ranch Retreat website, they tell you everything you'd ever want to know about having a conference or wedding at the ranch but they don't say a word - not one word - about their yaks. They repeatedly make the point that the name of their establishment was picked out by the "previous owners" (who had hippie cooties, I presume), yet they don't so much as mention the gigantic, wooly, horned beasties standing right out in front of their sign.

So I'm giving them flack
For ignoring the yak.
Pick up the slack,


  1. Maybe they are left over from the previous hippy owners and the new guys are embarrassed by them. Hoping they will just wander off or something. They are pretty dog-bone ugly critters.

  2. The yak, Bos grunniens, is a long-haired bovine found throughout the Himalayan region of south Central Asia, the Tibetan Plateau and as far north as Mongolia and Russia. In addition to a large domestic population, there is a small, vulnerable wild yak population.

  3. What kind of hack,
    would ignore the yak?

    This just shows, Mack,
    That you haven't the knack
    to run your shack
    because you ignore the yak.

    I'm sorry Jack,
    I think you're a quack.

  4. LOL Well, if you want someone to yak about yaks, here's a bit of info about our yaks. More yak pics coming soon as well. But watch out - we probably have hippie cooties!