Standing at the pass overlooking the southern leg of the Muldrow Glacier. Behind me are the lower slopes of ridges that surround Mt. Mather. Noon, June 26, 2003. Forgive my bestubbled appearance. Unfortunately, since the closest electricity and barber shops were at least 70 miles distant, me and my partner, Dan Fox, were relegated to enduring (*snicker*, hardly) each other's progressively deteriorating appearance over the course of the expedition.