From the top of Wolverine Peak (Chugach Mts.) I once spotted an approaching climber far below through my binoculars. The weather clouds were already working their way along the high ridge toward me but it was still sunny. The young man was wearing a tank top and had nothing more. Also, he was a redhead...and I could swear his exposed skin was already turning red from exposure to the brilliant sun. I was way too far away to shout a warning. He just kept on coming...and the weather as well. Then it hit. Hailed so hard I had to stand over my pack dog to shield her from the slashing, wind-driven deluge. Thunder and lightning as well. Didn't last long. I glassed to see how the redheaded fellow in the tank top was doing. The hail was just getting to his position. Hasty retreat would describe his actions. And yes, that was all he had on his upper body...a tank top. I felt his pain! I also did a retreat of sorts. Decided to camp well-off the peak itself. Lightning and all...