At 8:15 this morning we reached the summit of Pilot Rock after a strenuous 45-minute climb.
Oddly enough Lizzy stopped three feet short of the peak and took off her pack.
"You're not there, yet," I said, "Look, that bit of rock is two feet higher."
That's it under her right boot. (Click for a bigger picture.)
The haze in the background was most likely smoke from the Happy Camp fires. Mount McLaughlin was completely obscurred; Mount Ashland faintly visible. Shasta was less than spectacular.
The air was clear where we were, though, at 5908 feet. Or 5906 feet, if you stand where it's more comfortable.