Even as scary as it is, and potentially dangerous, it really is a humbling way to experience nature's power. I was down backpacking and climbing in the Beartooths, and after we climbed the big coulior on Whitetail Peak, we started to haul ass down the ridge to get to Sundance so we could start bailing downhill to try and outrun a storm. Dumb humans we are, as that storm was on us pretty fast. We ditched our ice tools, crampons and some hardware in a pile and scooted under a big pile of boulders about 20 yards away. Lightning blasted all around us and it rained like crazy for a while while we waited it out.
The coolest part was watching thin black horns appear over the edge and see about 4 mountain goats churning our way, headed directly towards "their" cave that we were crouched in. Sure enough, we look around and there is white hair stuck to the sides of some boulders and hoof prints in the dirt. They didn't join us...but walked on by. Cool day in the mountains.