I wasn't looking forward to trudging up this mountain, especially with the fresh snow.  I was expecting to be stumbling through loose snow, but a melt/freeze cycle firmed the snow up delighfully.  The upper mountain was covered in a spectacular layer of rime, making it look like the high Andes.  From the col I picked steeper lines and enjoyed great step kicking to the summit.  A tour helicopter did fly bys every half hour checking on our progress.  It's too bad there's no ground signal for "fuck off."