(Iain posted:)
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...all of a sudden I bumped my head into a maniac skiing my ascent route (I had my head down, curse these ice tools on 25 degrees, it's like doing pushups). As he skied off I took some photos to post later. Hope he had a parachute. I bet he will try doin' the dishes @ some point. It will of course be documented when he does! I continued my ascent to Muir, wielding my ice tools as best I could muster, after the whipper I had taken at the hands of that Xtreme maniac. Finally, I topped out at the hut, and, in winds that I estimate were at least 70mph, I pried the door open. Crawling inside on hands and knees, my eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness, where I was able to make out...