A little over an hour to ascend. Found a group of people on the summit who rode horses up there. The guide, complete with cowboy hat and Levi's, stumbled upon the summit marker that he had never seen before. After he asked out loud what it was, I told him. I guess cowboys don't know much about mountaineering?
Combined this with a hike to Mills Lake to make a great day.
"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