Didn't seem the like the first week of Sept was pushing our luck with the weather, but indeed we were. And while we had our chance to top on the Cooper Route, we bailed from the bivy ledge when we should have stayed. Two days later winter arrived and we left for Wyoming where it snowed there too. After that we went to Jackson to celebrate our lack of success. Driving through most of the night allowed us to get in one day at the City before I needed to get Gus back to the airport in Calgary. He had a real job in NYC while I was un-employed and headed to the North Cascades.