Naturally, the summit was windy, but conditions were bearable enough to hang out, eat some food, and enjoy the little views between the increasingnumber of cumulus clouds as we discussed what to do next. Steph and I had hoped to knock this route off quickly enough to pack up camp and do theValhalla Traverse to finish off the day, but our routefinding error and the bad weather had slowed us down enough that we risked having insufficientdaylight for this. We had read that the end of the traverse was a serious undertaking and felt that it would be a bad idea to do in the dark, so as werelaxed on the summit and talked things over, we decided to have an easier day today and forfeit a day of our total trip to do a more leisurelytraverse. This would work out well anyways, as the weather the next day was forecast to be the worst of the entire trip.
We bundled up and proceeded to pick our way back to the rappels through the eerie mist. Although the day was not an entirely pleasant one,everything still barely worked out fine. Apparently we were descending just in time as well, as when we started the second, free-hanging rappel to theUpper Saddle, we heard the distant crackle of thunder.