I woke up still in the land of lakes and hiked toward Squaw Valley, one of the largest ski areas in the U.S. and home of the 1960 Olympics.
Before I got there, though, I had some weather to contend with.
And then things got even more interesting.
Thankfully the storm didn't last long enough to soak me to the bone and I was able to carry on after shielding myself beneath a collection of pine trees.
It was a rather long, exposed walk in the afternoon, with rain ahead and behind me and lightning striking randomly about.
But, there was a rainbow!
And a chair lift.
And a group of half drunk older gentlemen camping beneath the chairlift who offered me all sorts of wonderful trail foods. Thanks so much guys!!!
I hiked on into the evening, eventually making 26.5 miles for the day.