There was some kind of goat track about forty feet above, running parallel with the road.

They followed a goat track that wound between the next pair of hills.

It was hardly a road at all, now, not much better than a goat track.

The rainy season was about to begin, turning the roads into goat tracks.

We made a brave show as we came up the goat track through the hills.

Apparently, there is a goat track down the wall.

There is an easy paved walk to the top, and also a "goat track" straight up the side of the hill.

The climb to reach the site is difficult as there are no regular paths or roads, except for a goat track.

Believe me, there is no water until the goat track ends at a stream.

There is no other word to call it - goat tracks.