[Andy A.]

My first time up Washington I spent a very windy, very scary night in The Lake of the Clouds hut. Felt like the whole place was about to be blown down.

The next morning, the whole mountain was socked in with fog and as calm as could be. We took the short hike up to the summit anyways, and found visibility was unlimited. Of course nothing was visible but the tops of fog banks, but it was surreal.

Weather makes or breaks that mountain. Good weather and you'll never forget how much fun you had. Bad weather and you'll never forget how miserable, or scared witless you were. It's worth going back till you get a good, nonwet day.

-Andy A.