I left the trail half a mile or so west of St. Marys Falls, descended to cross the creek, and then climbed and bushwhacked my way south and south east up to the saddle east of the actual summit. Following my own tracks in light snow back made the trail-less journey easier. Pleased to find Mike Garratt's summit register.
"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