Scramble: Hiking in boot-top to knee deep super light snow. We could still move our feet forward instead of post-holing. Lincoln seemed at ease, leaping like a gazelle in the fluff instead of following in our path. We ascended the forested slopes well above the drainage, climber's right. At treeline, I separated from Fab and Link. They started their way down slowly to stay warm while I continued to the top. Above treeline the summit plod was mostly free of snow. There was a wicked wind pushing me up to the summit, it then eased me back down; that feeling was awesome!
