We woke up in what had been an unloved campsite but had ended up being a good night sleep. We played the alarm game, and decided to keep sleeping even after the alarm went off at five. It has been hard getting out of bed at five because it has been dark and cold, I can’t imagine what it is going to be like in Washington. Finally we got moving though and moving meant hiking straight uphill. For a long time.
The plus side of a long uphill climb is that once you are on a ridge in Northern California you tend to stay there. We wandered up and down all day but we never descended out of the mountains. Also true to Northern California form the little climbs were steep, and rocky. Once again we called upon podcasts to get us through the day, but honestly, the views helped as well. We camped at a newt filled mountain top pond that night with a Canadian that we had met down in Seiad Valley. I was unsurprised to discover he was a Canadian, when we met him in Seiad Valley I had been less than friendly because I was hangry, but he had been jolly and jovial despite my shortness. He claimed he had been saving us the bigger spot and we set up while chatting with him.
I had been a little concerned camping up so high and sure enough, in the morning, we were covered in condensation. We wiped out the inside of the tent and the top of the sleeping bag before stuffing it all away and heading out for Etna.