We stay at the summit for a while, The fog comes in, the fog lifts. It gets cold, it gets warm. Folks come and folks go, including the solar powered backpackers, including the tourists, including Daisy the asshole. We eat our lunch, we do our high point dance. We go up the tower and hope for a view. We hang out, we leave. Two minutes back to the A T junction, turn right and continue on.