I lived near the bottom of it for a wee while. Most memorable for a moonlit midnight ascent with a few pints inside us, and a surprisingly scary solo mini epic on the east face in soft snow (older and wiser now)
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe