Morons tend to gather together so there were three of us heading up. Scott and Eric had been up less than a month before, but were kind/foolish enough to go again.

Did I mention it was cold? Cold enough that when we stood on the summit by the lookout we took only a very few pictures before realizing it would be nicer down below the top. The tarns, frozen and covered in a few inches of snow, were really inviting.

Of course, we found the wind was still howling down there. A little below, though, was a nice gully with no wind. Still, fingers went cold and those of us without the brains to even wear pants were thankful society didn't force us to shave.

The dogs, being dogs, had a blast. Cold? Nah! Windy? Nah! Plus the berries were tasty. (The berries, as foul as they were, were still just about the best ones I'd had all year. It has been that bad.)

No night shots, but no frostbite either. Just a good walk up a mountain for about 7.5 miles and 3,600 feet.