The saddle to the summit was the hard part, often called the crux of climbing. But, it was only hard because of the elements. There were switchbacks heading up the ridge, if you were going the correct way the wind was nice, it would push you up the mountain. But, when you turned, you were screwed. Each step took a significant amount of energy and balance. I have never been so sore from a 4mile ~2,400ft climb before. There was a lovely snow crossing just before the summit. The reason I say lovely is, who doesn’t want to get ice chips blown at you at 70mph? I just ducked my head and continued.
After 2hrs and 30minutes I was on the summit. I went to the top raised my arms like Rocky then found a wind block. On the way up I was able just to wear my micro fleece and not get too chilled; it was cold but while moving it was manageable. Now in my wind block I got to break out my new down jacket and down mittens. It was awesome being able to be warm and enjoy the views for a while longer than I typically would in such conditions.