Joel, on I think the 5th pitch out of 13. The lake keeps getting smaller, but not quickly enough. I think at this point we are at about 13,800 feet and the time is after 4pm. The sunlight has left us and the temperature has dropped dramatically. In places like here, it actually isn't too bad. Where our hands would really get cold were in the sections where we had to climb over rock that was in the shadows even in the morning, meaning that the rock would not even have the built-up residual heat of the morning sun. I think Joel had it a bit harder than me, since I was leading most of the pitches, which in addition to taking more time than following, meant I was typically at the top of a pitch, hauling up the rope that was attached to Joel. Because of the rope drag and gravity, this was enough work to keep me warm. By contrast, Joel would belay from the bottom of each pitch, which basically consisted of paying out rope from a pile at his feet as I climbed. That said, Joel did lead the fourth pitch, and I sat in the shade shivering the whole time, so I think I knew what he felt like the rest of the climb.