1:32-1:47: The top of Halfdome
	The top of half-dome was truly breathtaking.  I walked around while my parents sat down catching their breath.  As of now we had climbed over two-thousand feet that one day. Looking over the edge of the Kings Chair was a sight of its own.  The valley below looked so small from way up there.  The air itself felt moist and cold, and it smelled like nothing!  That’s rare; the air was so clean you could smell nothing.  The sun shown down warming us up in a competition with the crisp bite of the air.  Everything was truly great.  
	The top was actually relatively flat, much more than you’d expect.  It is actually wider than a football field to give an estimated measurement.  As you walk up to the true summit towards Kings Chair (the ledge protruding from Halfdome), you can see the entire Little Yosemite Valley and Yosemite Valley all from one spot.  Taking a right will lead you climbing among the rocks to the actual tip of the protrusion. At the tip, you can see the entire face of Halfdome on either side; the smooth, immense glacier-polished 3000 foot wall. The view is so amazing, it is a must do for anyone before they die!
	Tradition has it that you are supposed to sit on the tip of Kings Chair. Unfortunately, I could not persuade my parents into doing that, or even letting me do it for that matter.  Maybe next time.
1:47: Decision time
	It was 1:47, and a sound broke the calmness that was upon the rock.
	“Did you just hear that,” I asked my father “,Do you think that’s…”
	“It can’t be the weather said only a 20% chance.” He replied reassuringly.
Just then I felt something on the back of my neck.
	“I think I might be, do you feel that?” I asked
	“Oh no!” He replied
	“Marc, are we going to be okay.  It’s not going to rain or anything is it?” my mother asked with a concerned look on her face.
	“I didn’t know,” my dad said now feeling bad.
It truly was starting to rain, not hard or anything, just sprinkling for that matter.  However, even the slightest amount of water makes that granite as slippery as ice!  It was already polished clean from the thousands of people every day that have been climbing it for the past two-hundred years, and if you add water to that mix and you have trouble.
“Well, at least there’s no thun-” I attempted to say as I was cut off my a shrill rumbling from above our heads.
	“What should we do?” I asked “, everyone else is going down, didn’t the sign say to stay up here.”
	“Let’s just wait and see what everyone else is doing.” He said
	At that point argument rose as people were deciding whether or not to stay on top to avoid the lightening or to hike down before it rains harder and the rock is impossible to climb down.
	“Should we stay”
	“The thunder is still far away we can probably make it”
	“Someone help us!”
	“We need to get down before anything happens”
	“The sign says to stay up here!  If the cables are hit then we are all going to be struck”
	“You guys we need to all be organized and get down as quickly as possible”
	“Are you sure this is the best choice”
	People kept on arguing in a panic over what they should do.  Should we go down before the rock gets too slippery and risk being on the cables in a lightning storm or should we stay up here and risk not being able to get down at all?”
	“There’s a shelter over there some of us can stay in there,” I heard a woman trying to convince her husband.
	“The sign says to stay away from overhangs, that’s not the best idea,” Some man replied.
	“We just need to get down,” I heard my dad say speaking up.
In all the pandemonium, we made our way to the cables.  Not listening to what I had to say, my parents said that the rain is much more dangerous that the lightening in this scenario.  I disagreed.