Well, September is in the books.
I managed to hit the top of Harney/Black Elk at possibly the most ideal time. I'd stalled all morning, not leaving my house until about the time I usually prefer to summit. Overcast skies had slowed me down considerably and on the drive to Sylvan I nearly turned around -- the whole of the summit was in a cloud.
But hey. If the entire year passed with twelve climbs in nearly perfect weather, that would take some of the fun out of it, right? Onward!
As it happened, the clouds cleared not long before I reached the tower ... and wouldn't you know it, I ended up with a pretty fantastic view after all.
Nine months down, three to go.