We camped about halfway up the mountain in the pines. Woke to mist all around us. Climbing to the peak was eerie in a mist that made it hard to see the next trail marker. It also made the rocks slippery and the climbers nervous.
The view up the trail:
And 180 degrees back down the trail:
That rock surface goes for many hundreds of yards at a little less than a 45 degree incline. Luckily it was rough enough for our boots to grip without slipping.
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