I took the wrong trail out of camp this morning and ended up a mile and a half down a steep set of switchbacks before I realized they were leading the wrong direction, thus wasting an hour. Oops.
Much of the rest of the day was spent playing a tiring game of hide and seek with the trail in dense forest with five- to ten-foot snowdrifts stacked like frozen sand dunes everywhere. For one two-mile stretch I bushwhacked straight through the woods, crawling over blowdowns, slipping and sliding on waves of compacted snow, glad for the excellent GPS in my iPhone. But I reached Reds Meadow (near the Mammoth Mountain ski area) in early afternoon and celebrated a rest stop with a couple of ice cream bars, while watching a distant thunderstorm, before moving on to a 17-mile day. Hoping to reach Yosemite day after tomorrow.