Pictures never quite seem to capture the entirety of a situation, so I’ll do my best to describe it. As someone who is deathly scared of heights (ironic, I know), the mountain passes were easily the scariest part of this hike for me. You essentially have about a six inch piece of snow to step on and what felt like a sheer drop down the mountain if you miss. Additionally, you want to hit the pass after first light to help with visibility, but before the sun is beaming down on the snow making it slushy. Slushy snow equals sliding, which renders the micro spikes useless, which can lead to a fall. It looks like that may have happened to some poor hiker right by where I’m stepping. If that happens, you roll into your stomach, dig your ice axe into the snow, and hope to God it sticks. Luckily I only had to do that once. It’s definitely fear inducing, but man, what a rush!