We left the on the west ridge route (we being myself and my two climbing partners) around eight fifteen for Sundance Mountain. Everything went smoothly until we got to the ridge. As soon as we go even within a hundred or so feet, the wind started howling. It was one of the most ferocious winds I've ever been in. Climbing up the summit ridge wasn't too tough since the wind just pushed us up. There were a few times though when pushing over was more like it. At one point we had to crawl on our hands and knees towards the summit. After about an hour of battling the rough winds we were finally on the summit. The view is incredible from the top and luckily the wind started to calm a little which means it was still in the 30-40s. As we headed down from the summit our feelings were that of a little more sense of accomplishment. The winds we met that day are definately the strongest I've ever been in or plan to be in any time soon. We estimated the winds to be in the 50s-60s with some occasional gusts up into the 80s. It was a crazy day but one we'll always remember.
"There have been joys too great to be described in words, and there have been griefs upon which I have dared not to dwell, and with these in mind I must say, climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are naught without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the happiness of a lifetime. Do nothing in haste, look well to each step, and from the beginning think what may be the end."