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In the morning the sky was partly cloudy and it left us with some doubt about heading to the top. A few minutes later we decided to go for it. It snowed off and on as we plowed our way up with snow shoes. 

Half the way up we passed a party of 5 or 6 skiers on there way down, a very loud and happy bunch. As we carefully climbed the last open rock area out of the white snow clouds approached two other climbers. They slowly transformed out of the white and into our path like ghosts from another dimension. 

We briefly stopped, nodded approval of each other and continued. There was really nothing to say at this point in both our climbs. As they continued on there way down I stopped and turned to watch them slowly transform back into the white nothingness. It was strange. 

Shortly thereafter we stood at the peak of Tahawus but the clouds did not split as the Indian name states. The wind was blowing cold through our bones but you'll never know by looking at the photograph. I felt so alive, I'd love to do it again.

There's more to the story, like when we got to the bottom there was a dead guy on a picnic table, but that will have to wait until next time.