Rode my little Honda mountain goat up the road from the ski resort parking lot to Eureka Lake, then hoofed it to the top from there. Past the parking lot, not a soul was seen. You could cut the tranquility with a knife, it was that peaceful.
Skin'd up from the parking lot to Eureka Lake via the old chair lifts in shorts and a T-shirt. Then up to the summit via the north facing bowl. Fun ski down the prominent northeast bowl back to the old ski resort.