Crossing the summit plateau on Baker with my partner in a near white-out (maybe 10 of vis) with howling winds, I'm spacing out on the sastrugi and tinkling of ice crystals when all of a sudden a field mouse goes running past my boots.
My partner says, "Hey! Did you see that!?"
"Yeah."
"Man, I thought I was hallucinating."
We figure the mouse is miles from anything green and will surely die, so we make an effort to catch it. After a few minutes we give up and as we turn to begin heading to the summit, we see a couple of guys standing at the edge of visibility watching us. As we straighten up to proceed, they turn and walk off into the wind and snow.
I can only imagine what they were thinking watching two figures dancing around on all fours on the summit plateau of Mt Baker.