We climbed the Middle Teton to prepare for the Grand Teton. At the first day we go up to the meadows, there we spend the night.
Very early at the next morning we started, going up the regular route. We reached the summit all allone and enjoyed the beautiful trip. Great view to the Grand Teton from the summit of the Middle Teton.
This was only the second or third real mountain I'd ever climbed. I was woefully unprepared with junky lightweight hiking boots and an old borrowed ice axe. When we got to the saddle, and could see the praries of Idaho, we saw small thunderheads forming. Foolishly we continued on to the summit. Even more foolishly, we decided to glissade down a different coulior 'to save time'. Of course this coulior ended in super steep terrain, so we had to reclimb back to the summit, and descend the normal route.
By this point the thunderstorm was picking up speed, and struck just as we reached the Middle-South Teton Saddle. We were buzzed by our ice axes a couple times as the lightning struck nearby. We huddled under large boulders above the Garnet Canyon meadows, waiting for the storm to subside. After the lightning passed, we took off running in the downpour, down the endless switchbacks to the car.
In the last 12 years since that climb I've discovered that if one can just survive the stupidity of one's first few climbs, the rest will be OK.