After I got to that point my sickness was in full effect and I started "the top isn't much further"ing
The rock in the first pic is where I stopped... towards the top of it... my senses finally kicked in and told me I was being stupid. The hike up was a hands and feet journey and the rock I picked to climb was not entirely stable. I was about 50 yards up it when I finally decided I didn't like the looks of it. That and the wind almost picked me up and tossed me a couple times
I figure I was around 10,900ish