Last night we couldn’t find a good campsite, so Toby, Natalie, Brian and I rolled our sleeping pads out right on the trail without putting up tents. “Cowboy camping” like this has merits – sleeping under the night sky is pretty cool – but I woke up this morning covered in cold dew, motivating my earliest start yet at 6 am.
I spent most of the day hiking alone, slowly gaining elevation toward Mount Baden-Powell, a 9400-foot peak which I’ll ascend tomorrow morning. In late afternoon I met my mom, who had just driven from Oregon to spend the next week meeting me at different places along the trail. After a 24-mile day, it was sure nice to be ferried to a motel room in Wrightwood without even having to hitchhike!