Sunburned the roof and back of my mouth on the n. ridge of baker a few years back. Perfect neve on the early morning ascent, but the heat turned on in the afternoon. Descending the coleman demming was like wallowing through a giant margarita, but there wasn't any tequilla.
After a long, dehydrated, and hungry slog down through the mush and to the trail head, we set off, post haste, for Bob's in Bellingham. I didn't realize that I'd burned my mouth until I took the first bite of my burger and mustard squirted out and onto the burn . . . pain!!! Onion rings were like swallowing sandpaper. I had to drink my dinner, which helped ease the pain.
that shit hurt for days.