Brandon with some antlers we found off to one side of the summit.

Paul in a rather perilous looking shot.

...Paul being dorky.

On the way down, we decided to take the trail this time, instead of the ridgeline from the summit.

Me still on the summit, taking a picture of the rest of our party as we start down.

Mayela starting to climb one of the walls on the edge of Chicken Out Ridge.

Still climbing - this one actually gets just a little "interesting", mostly because of how worn smooth the rocks are due to all the traffic.

Dropping back toward the ridge, this is near where our shelters were.

Back to the ridge, we all decided to jog for a bit to cover ground quickly. We passed a couple nice windbreaks - this is one of them.