It was extremely warm on day two, and the Ingraham was getting baked. We saw two parties descending it, one of which took almost three hours. It did not look good. On the D.C. we could see at least six teams, many of which were RMI parties, coming back down the route. One very foolish team of two started up the Cleaver at 7am and took almost three hours just to get to the traverse pictured above. Then they sat there for half an hour, on the exposed traverse (we saw the snow platform they sat in the next morning) until an RMI guide and his group shouted down to them to move for the love of God. Rockfall is an extreme hazard on the Cleaver (the route is notorious for its loose rock, and I mean that), as is avalanche from parties coming down the exposed and sunbaked slope to the traverse. Amazingly, and against our wishes down in camp - it was really tough to watch- the duo continued up the route for another 500 feet or so, where they sat down again for a very long time, then finally turned around at approximately 3pm and just as slowly made their way back down to the Ingraham. I couldn't even look at them as they passed by.