Nobody...
For the first time out of my countless times to climb Pinnacle Mountain, I had the entire place to myself. From the moment I left my car at 6:30am until I returned at 10, I was alone. It was great!
Perhaps it's the throngs of pedestrians wearing baggy jeans and/or flip-flops I usually see in this park that have caused me to see this peak as a bit emasculated. Between the fresh snow and the solitude, I was able to see the beauty in this local promontory while having a surprisingly fulfilling outing.
My route mostly followed the East Summit Trail with a 4th class variation following flakes from the outcrop that begins on the south side of the boulder gully. I followed them for a while before traversing across the slabby south face until connecting with the direct-to-summit ridge above the West Summit Trail.
Descending was a little tricky. I started down the East Summit Trail, but I found the snow-covered talus slow going and took an accidental glissade down 25'-30' of slab with the first alternative route I tried. Though I busted my bottom, it was admittedly fun. I opted to return to the 4th class flakes where I descended using some rope I brought along.
Never would I have expected to have such an adventurous time on Pinnacle. I definitely wouldn't recommend for many people to try hiking it in the snow; I wore mountain-specific clothing that kept me warm and dry, and I would've easily slipped and gotten hurt if not for attachments to my boots for added traction. That said: it may have been one of the most fun mornings I've had in a while.