I woke up feeling super refreshed from my deep sleep along the stream.
My body felt rejuvenated and the miles came easily.
I traversed the evolving landscape and headed up towards Forester Pass, the highest point on the PCT.
I have also reached the trail junction with the John Muir Trail, which coincides with thr PCT for nearly 200 miles through the Sierras.
The higher I climbed, the more the seemingly barren landscape revealed its hidden treasures.
The switchbacks were carved beautifully into the mountain, virtually invisible from a distance.
I had a feeling I was near the the top, so I turned my video camera on to share the view from the top.
Coon Cat wasn't far behind me, here he is reaching the top.
There was plenty of soft snow at the top, so I brought a snowman to life.
He seemed happy and then swiftly transformed into a few snowballs.
We took a few more pictures at the top.
And then I headed down the other side, occasionally through deep snow.
I fell in up to my thigh but for the most part, floated upon the surface.
I hiked down to the nearby lake and hung out with my friend Blackfoot, who was soaking up some rays after taking a swim.
He's down there somewhere.
I hiked on, following the streams of water cascading down the mountain., and soon reached a forested area teeming with life.
This Chatty Cathy had much to talk about and seemed engaged in a lengthy dialogue with her fellow flying friends.
I had dinner around a campfire with a father and daughter from Louisville who were tackling the JMT, and hiked up near Bullfrog Lake to spend the night.