Back down
I waited to have lunch at a little place with ceiling and bench down a ways from the summit, which I failed to photograph, because I wanted to get as quick a start down as possible, thinking it would probably take me forever to get down the muddy slidy places.
I felt I had people breathing down my neck, and I was worried they would want to pass me on one of the narrow ridges. Here is one of the people coming hard; I add a full size version, where he is almost recognizable, below.