I think I would've made it all the way to the top--but a lightning storm came up.  When I could physically _feel_ a charge built up on my watch--and all the hairs on the back of my hand kept promptly standing up, after being brushed down--I figured it would be a good thing, if I climbed back down.  Of note, this was the first time I was able to make my legs "sore" in over fifteen years--as they were being forced to function "anaerobically." Here is a picture of the storm from the gondola:

   A cool view from a place we stopped--it was near some pass, or something. . . .

   And here is some cool rock thingie--from where we stopped later, 'n stuff.