After a sunny, cloudless start to the day (a rare occurrence on the northwest tip of Washington) spent hiking through lush rainforest, ascending and descending a steep, loose moraine, crossing the lower Blue Glacier, and climbing up rock, snow, and ice to bypass a massive icefall, @tylerbrilliancekey and I found ourselves navigating the upper glacier in a full-blown whiteout. A cloud fresh off the Pacific had completely enveloped is, and as we wandered in the general direction of our intended high camp, we suddenly found ourselves standing in front of a bottomless bus-eater crevasse that stretched as far as our limited visibility allowed us to see in both directions. After some thought, we began walking south along the edge of the crack, and eventually found passage across on a narrow snow-bridge, and continued on up. Finally, the clouds began to peel away, and out of the mist a great tower of black rock appeared before us: the summit of Mount Olympus, coated in fresh snow from recent storms. After finding a suitably flat spot, we began to set up camp, as it was already late. As we shoveled snow and pitched the tent, we spotted a pair of unknown climbers in the distance, trudging up the glacier towards the summit. They disappeared from view, but reappeared shortly after, having turned around at the base of the pillar, heading back down the glacier as the day faded to night. The following day greeted us with a spectacular sunrise, and a few hours later we were standing on a tiny platform in the sky, staring out at waves crashing on the beach to the west, and glacier-draped volcanoes towering above the Puget Sound to the east, with seemingly endless layers of ice, rock, and clouds between.