Here are the only images I was able to capture of our elusive and hard-partying compatriot Michael, who managed to summit his first fourteener on three hours of sleep, still wearing the same shirt from the night previous.
Any complete wilderness experience should definitley include: crowds, (I count 43 [!] people in this picture)
cellular phones,
and families of five chowing down on tubs of fried chicken. (Off to the left. I was jealous. Not pictured: 2 qt. tub of potato salad)
