I have one hell of a history with this mountain. I first saw it in 1997, when my dad took me out to Montana for the first time, including me in a family tradition that continues to this day. This was the first Rocky Mountain I saw in person, and at 12 years old it fascinated me. 20 years later, after looking at this mountain year after year, I decided to climb it. I started at 4:30 AM with a headlamp, and started along the trail next to the Sun Canyon Lodge, but with all the meandering and intersecting horse and hunting trails in the area, I quickly was on my own route! I ended up approaching from the Class 3+ north route, and even encountered some class 4 stuff before I finally decided to traverse over to the western slopes. What a workout! Once I was up there I realized that the North Saw was all I was going to bag that day, but I shall return. The feeling on the summit was the most amazing, most accomplished feeling yet I have experienced on a peak. I stayed up there for a good hour soaking it in, and thinking about the 20 year span of Montana trips, and all the memories. The attached GPX picture stopped recording for a little bit once I was on the summit, but resumed within a mile of the summit on the descent. I still can't get GPX to work on this site...