Once went to the top when a friend's mom dropped us off on old county road "6FU" now "Stagecoach trail" due to political correctness. We made our own trail and found some sheds; toward the top we scrambled over a couple little cliffs to the top. That fall we came back and shot two bucks on the top, that we packed out with some horses the next day.
It was a little colder than last week's hike, but I made it to the top this time; I looked for a summit marker, but didn't find one, possibly because half the summit was covered in deep drifted snow...
Had a great day hiking after wasting on hour and a half finding the trailhead and trying to determine which was the correct trail to take. I reached a lower summit at 7,802 that was just an easy half-mile away and 90 feet lower than the highpoint before having to turn around due to the lack of daylight remaining - there was no way I wanted to do the icy, steep stuff in the canyon in the dark!
"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."