I was one of the first ones up and moving around... But still the last one out of camp. Immediately the trail starts up to a fridge around 10,800'. The entire climb was one view after another. I couldn't help myself from talking a rather massive amount of pictures.

I stopped at a nice looking rock that I could sit on to eat lunch and let my feet rest. My left foot is still getting use to the narrower design of my Brooks PureGrits.

About 1 mile down the trail I find part of the group taking their lunch break. I desire to keep moving after a short chat. I end up walking with Nat the 3 miles to the next water source. She has been in Boulder, CO for the last few years going to school.

A side note about the Sierras; there is water everywhere. Which is one of the greatest things ever. No longer do I need to overload my pack to the point of discomfort.

After filling up 3 liters of water (there is no water at my planned campsite and I can easily use 1 liter and night and 1 liter in the morning), it was an uphill climb to a little more than 11,000'. This is the highest I've been on the trail so far, not to mention highest campsite so far as well.

During the climb a few thunderstorms roll by and drop mostly hail. I decided against putting on all my rain gear due to the fact it was only hail and I was in a good rhythm and didn't want to stop.

At the top, about half the group was already setup and I quickly did the same. Ate dinner over a nice lookout that was right next to my tent. As the sun went down, it became rather chilly, so I made for my tent.