It felt good to put my pack back on.
I hiked down the road to the lake and said goodbye to the old fellers I met on my way in.
I snapped some photos of the nearly dry Lake Edison. Thankfully, the water was still deep enough for local anglers to take their boats out.
I walked back along the dam, and headed up the Bear Ridge Trail, a 6.5 mile trail to the ridge line and PCT. It was a steep climb and my well rested body enjoyed the challenge.
It felt good to be back in the wilderness.
About halfway up the trail it started to rain, which added an additional element of magic to the journey.
There weren't many people on the trail, which felt like a nice change of pace.
My hike through the Sierras has been a very social endeavor and it was nice to be alone in the woods.
Back on the PCT, I met up with my friend Britt and we hiked a few more miles before calling it a day, considering it an accomplishment just to be back on the trail and heading north again.