Saturday at Schweitzer may have been the craziest wind I have ever experienced. It was howling straight up the mountain. Both the North ridge and the south ridge were metaphors for Mt. Everest! It looked like boiling steam dancing across the ridges. Beautiful with the sun shining through... but truly intense when up close and personal. The pelting ice crystals made it almost unbearable - thank goodness for face masks!
Check out the pics and video!
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