The second outing of the long weekend.  There had been some fresh snow on the day before, but all was clear until tree line, and then is was typically calf deep snow, with boot pens only ankle deep.  I think this mountain left me more tired than any other, even Banded Peak; seems odd, but it did.  The pull to tree line is quite the grunt, then when we got to the ridge, it seemed like it would never end.  I should have brought my ice axe but didn't, and we should have theifed our mom's trekking poles but didn't, as we thought she was using them that day.  Were the ridge dry, I'm sure traipsing along the crest would be pleasent, but there were cornices up until the window, so side hilling the ridge was quite the test of my patience.