I can't believe I haven't smashed into a tree, or a person for that matter, and splattered my brains (and theirs) all over these mountains yet. I'm impressed by myself right now. If you were to see me swoosh by screaming at the top of my lungs, arms-a-flailing, you would definitely put me at the top of your "next to die" list. Seriously.
I apologize for the lack of artistic merit in the photos. It's hard to simultaneously balance, breathe, not panic (too much,) have the fear of God in you, not get frostbitten fingers, not drop your phone thereby losing it forever AND take pictures standing atop a mound of murderous snow and ice.