After saying goodbye to Greg and Don on the summit of Big Lou, I traversed the ridge over to Big Jim and found some Class 3 scrambling along the way. The summit register had not been signed since 2010. Was I the first person in 2 years? I then set my bivy sack in the snow near Lake Augusta. My thermometer read 22 degrees during the night and the wind chill overpowered my 17 degree sleeping bag.