After two failed attempts to summit Mount Yale, once due to heavy snow, and a second due to hurricane force winds, I finally made it to the summit in surprisingly fast fashion. Three hours up and around two jogging assisted hours back down...with a beer awaiting the finish motivating my fast downward descent. The final summit ridge was a fun mix of scrambling across boulders, and the very top was garnished with growing cumulus towers in the background. Yale is a great 14er, both above and below treeline...I very much appreciated the creek crossings/encounters down low, which were full of cold cascading snowmelt.
