South to our left McClellan’s Butte looms across the I-90 freeway corridor, beckoning me to complete what I didn’t do on my first 2 hikes there…climb to the summit. It’s a tough little hike up to 5,162 feet. First time Gwen & I stopped just below the scramble pitch one hot, muggy afternoon & called it a day. Next & last was when Tim & I got caught in a blizzard and were nearly trapped between avalanching couloirs, decided enough was enough, & turned around in December 1993. This peak still has a morbid hold on me nearly 26 years later.