I woke early and was eating granola in my tent before 5:15. A little after 6:00, I was on my way up from Charlotte Lake to the JMT junction. At 7:57, I was on top of Glen Pass. I then backtracked, stopping to filter water at the bottom of Glen Pass.
I was not “feeling it” when considering minimal risk of camping alone versus guarantee of seeing my wife, family and friends. Dunno. It simply felt like I should be on my way. Also, I considered camping elsewhere, but had a ranger checked my permit, it would have put them in an uncomfortable position by having to tell me that my permit doesn’t match up with where I am. Respect their position and authority, I told myself.
I ended up having a “double pass” day by climbing Glen and then going back the way I came and then on over to Kearsarge, climbing up and then descending back to my car. By 1:30 in the afternoon, I was sitting in Lone Pine eating a massive burrito. Not bad.
All’s well that ends well, they say.