At Camp Muir, we set up our tents, dug out foot pits in the vestibule and built a partial snow wall around the tent. We're roughing it, cooking in the tent in a 60Mph storm while the others in the group are having dinner in a shelter.
The next morning, despite the snow wall, our foot pits (with boots and cookware) were burried in snow and, somehow, I lost my crampons in a snowdrift somewhere. Lesson Learned. Luckily we didn't need them the rest of the trip! Texas Champagne, Just Incase!