I set out again for Longs Peak in early August 2004. I arrived at the trailhead at 4:00 in the morning (after a good few cups of coffee). There was a full moon, with no cloud cover, so it was very bright out. Once again, I didn't use a flashlight through the wooded part of the trail. A few other climbers thought I was "hardcore". But to be honest, I could see more without a light. I did manage to give a couple people quite a scare coming up behind them with no light, and soft on my feet. I'm surprised I didn't get shot, being mistaken for a bear. I reached the top of the tree line in no time at all and proceeded to the trail split by Chasm Lake. On the way there I stopped to get a few pictures of the sun coming up, and grab a quick break. It was a calm day, cool out, but not cold or windy. I was hoping that the sun would warm things up considerably, but it never got above 65°. I reached the keyhole at about 7:00 (pretty good time) and saw a group of people bottlenecked up waiting. When I stuck my head through the keyhole, I found out why. The wind on the boulder field was nil, but on the other side of the keyhole it was ferocious! I consulted a thermometer and wind-chill chart and figured the temp was about 35°. Usually the wind will whip through the keyhole, but just around the corner it will die down a bit. But not today, even around the bend it was discouraging. So I sat at the keyhole and waited to see if the wind would die down at all. I was there for about an hour, talked to a few people, always interested in new knowledge or a good ascent story. I did meet a pair of climbers who were technical climbing the north face of Longs. Too much for me! After talking, walking around aimlessly, and just watching the clouds zip by in the wind, I decided I had better head on down. On the way down I took my time, grabbing some pictures with the sun up, and always stopping to talk to folks on the trail. With an yearly average yield of 25,000 climbers, you will always run into someone!