cruised the west ridge of greg mace to the false summit after climbing both the pearls. unfortunately, the final stages of the climb didn't cooperate as well. sarah, dwight and i had to get out on some frozen, north facing snow before climbing through horribly loose scree to reach the tiny summit.
glissading one of the north couloirs from ~300' vertical below the summit to minutes from the road made all our scree nightmares vanish rapidly!
"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