The trip up Baron Peak didn't scare Kevin away and he is as big of a glutton for punishment as the rest of or group, so he called again and wanted to step it up a notch and climb something a bit more technical. The Grand Mogul fits the bill perfectly, being a bit more technical than Baron Peak, but not too scary--all with incredible views. Never wanting to suffer alone he got Tom and John (long time idahosummits.com groupies) to join the trip. Our plan was to get to Stanley and catch the last boat across the lake or bribe the driver to take us after hours if need be. Well we got to Stanley about 20 minutes before the last boat and Tom and John were about 15 minutes behind us and when they pulled into the parking lot they asked how much time until the boat left and we said 5 minutes! They packed like madmen and we were off 5 minutes later. Good thing the hike to the campsite is only 100 yards, because we looked like gypsies packing from the boat dock to the tent site. Having never met Tom and John, but having a lot in common and many common acquaintances and experiences, we sat up for several hours swapping tales and getting to know each other. We were on the trail at about 6:30 am, Tom took off up the hill like a mountain goat and the rest of us just followed in his dust. We finally caught up to Tom at the snow line (really he was waiting for several minutes), dug out the crampons and Tom took off again with the rest of us in our usual place behind him. The chock stone was the only real obstacle of the climb and it was in fine shape. After a stemming, chimney move for 15 ft., the route exited over a tilting slab to an awkward grungy roof. No problem--I declared "Alpine Climbing Rules" were in effect--then anything was fair game, so after un repentantly using the anchor as a hand hold, I swung over the roof fairly easily. The next pitch was its usual grungy, muddy state until back onto the snow on the upper snowfield. With the sun starting to hit the upper mountain, I opted to stay closer to the wall than usual to avoid some rockfall potential with Tom and John above us, it turned out to be a wise move as we watched a rock about the size of a beach ball roll right through the usual ascent route. Luckily the rock came out between where Tom and John were and where Kevin and I were at the time. Other than the rock incident, we were on top without any problems. The conditions were a little soft, but the steps were deep and the climbing was easy. We began the scramble up to the summit and when Kevin saw the 2000 ft of exposure below the move over the NW ridge, he opted for the South ridge route. I had told them about the tunnel through the mountain, but everyone was amazed when they actually saw I wasn't kidding. The weather on the summit was beautiful, clear and windless and we shared it with another party from Minnesota. It was the father and friends of another climber who went missing after climbing the peak last summer and has never been found. They had climbed the peak to get a better understanding of how difficult it was to find a missing person in the area. The trip down the mountain was the usual scree slog and about 1/2 way down Tom and John decided to head for the main trail, while Kevin and I stayed high to avoid the creek crossing. We all ended up back in camp and had a nice boat ride back to the lodge and dinner on the lake. Click here to view entire photo album.