I just got back from the summit, solo, despite 100mph winds, three feet of new snow, total darkness, and white-out conditions. I simply climbed on the leeward side of the ridge, strapped my pile of XGKs to the arms and legs of my down suit, turned them up to full blast, and melted myself a cozy trail to the top, like real climbers do in Alaska. I left some Ketchikan hard-tack, my slab of AK state-issued back bacon, and an iron skillet on the top, just in case. Didn't see a goddamn thing.
Jon: You come off like a tool. Best to keep your fingers still and be thought a fool than to type out your poorly timed and ill- informed drivel and remove all doubt. Try this key sequence in the future before you post: Ctrl-A, Ctrl-X