After downing a couple of hotel breakfasts and packing up, Terri drives me to the same trailhead we hitched to so long ago. But this time, I get to head north.
It is a shock to jump from freezing on Whitney to baking in the nineties in Chester. Where water in the Sierra was everywhere, now I have to be more careful, consulting the northern California water report.
Even with a late 8:00am trail start, I manage to get in 21 miles. I am not sure if BLT, Klutz and Mountain Goat are ahead or behind. I do not catch them at any rate.
I camp by a stream and enjoy the white noise of the running water. I miss Terri, but it is good to be back on the trail.
