After summitting Rainer via the Emmons we gratefullly topped off at Camp Curtis which was a sketchy scramble that year. There was a dude standing there. He asked us if we'd seen some people whom he described. Nope. He told us he'd hiked up there solo to meet them and waited for a while and was going to leave. And, oh, by the way he'd brought a six-pack of pepsi which he'd set in the snow to chill... and we could have it.