Here's me on top of West...

Here's me on top of West Craggy bug-eyed from the coming doom (hint: dark cloud above me). I barely made it back to camp before the skies opened up with hail and lightning. It was interesting to say the least to be lying on my stomach in my bivy sack getting pelted by pea-sized hail. Also, the ground was puddling up around me. Was I going to drown in my own bivy sack? Note: Blurs of flying bugs were edited out. July 25, 2002.