I too did not make the final summit climb and I have kicked myself since then. It was 1994 and it was one of my first Wyoming peak attampts. I hiked up in March through deep powder and I did not yet have snowshoes or skis, not really hiked, more like made a trench. I made it up to the summit area but the final gap before the actual highpoint was covered with snow and corniced, so I backed off and I still have not returned. I need to return so I can officially sign the climbers log, I am one of those dummies that has to touch the actual summit to make it count.
This was a fun mountain for me in spite of the fact that I didn't quite make it to the top with Bob; this marked my first experience using an axe in the snow, glissading, and dealing with climbing on and around breccia. In the end, my slowness and inexperience on Class 4 combined with the storm screaming towards the mountain from the west prevented me from being comfortable about making the trip up the chimney to try for the top...
"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