I cried at the top, which apparently is quite common. The wind was heavy and we took a few pictures and then started down. I had very little relief at the top, now i had to think about getting down. I had not heeded Lou's advice, overtly thinking on the way up that i refused to not make it to the top in order to save energy for the way down. I told Robert that and he told me i was strong and they would get me down.
On the first way down i got blown off the trail twice in which i was to delirious to care enough to yell "Falling". Fortunately I was not sliding fast and others called for me and arrested. I was to the point that i would have preferred being hurled down the hill and just taken my chances in order to stop moving. Death was high on the list of 'alternative ways to get down'. Robert took a break and had me chug down some koolaid. I started to feel a little better and we were getting lower. When we got to camp Muir i was so glad to see Cindy and Matt.