Ridin' Solo!

I'm currently in Bridgeport at a library. I havnt had cell service to send brandon my blogs, so i will update them all right now...
Day 1
Heading out of Tuolomne Meadows alone was like the first day of a new school. I was excited and apprehensvie but ready to take on the challenege of hiking by myself. I kicked it into high gear to start, doing about 12 miles in 4 hours, stopping only briefly to Deet up against a hoard of mosquitos. The second half of my day was slowed considerably by 3 river fords and one brutal climb. I made it to Miller Lake about 20 miles in (which was my goal) and made camp with Mr Mountain Goat, and Australian thru-hiker. He is a pretty solid guy and a legit hiker.
Day 2
This section of the PCT is marked by steep canyons which makes for a very strenuous climbs and knee knocking drops. While I am hiking by myself, I am not alone out here. At Benson Pass (10,500 elev.) there was a log jam of PCTers, 9 of us at one point were up top taking in the view. Today got a littler out of hand with all the creek fords and a massive Hail T-Storm that chased me down a mounatain where I called it an early day to wait the strom out. I was camped with the Flying Kiwis (Kiwi and Doug). Everything got pretty wet in the storm, in hindsight i probably shouldnt have tried to set my tent up in the hail and rain. Tomorrow starts with one of the 'worst climbs of the trail' according to a previous hiker.
Day3
What a day! 3 Passes and 5 deep fords, an dafternoon thunderstorm once again cut my day short, but i was able to camp with the Kiwis again, they're good guys. Took my first bath in a creek after the storm, it was frigid but refreshing. Sad news: I left my braves bandana by a creek, hoping for some 'trail magic' to get it back.
Day4
Finally out of the steep canyons, and consequently done with Yosemite NP. There were only 2 fords today, and i have still yet to bust my ass, so good for me. I also barehanded a trout out of a lake flood plane. If our british pals were around, they'd of eaten it, I threw back. Camped with the Flying Kiwis again
Day 5
Today was short but eventful. The Kiwis and I made it up and over the Sierra Crest and down into Sonora Pass. We've left the white granite mountains of yosemite behind and are now in black volcanic peaks. The snow going up was pretty solid, the ice axe saved my butt once. ANd on the way down we glisaded(skiing, kinda) on our butts down about a 250 foot snow sheet. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I had intended on going all the way to Ebbets Pass (extra 30 miles) by sunday morn, but since i havnt had cell service, i thought it wise to stick to plans i told Brandon. So here I am. The Kiwis are taking a week off in San Fran. I hope to see them again.

I just wanted to say thanks to everybody for encouraging me along. And thanks to those 'Brandon' readers that are still keeping up with me while he is off the trail temporairly. I'm hoping to resupply this afternoon and hitch back to the trail, that coud be tough though. we'll see...