Slept in super late. Woke up to the four siblings hiking past my campsite. Didn’t get going till ten. With loads of food I wasn’t worried about running out and getting to Ghost Ranch to early. Walked by a beautiful stream till I reached my highest point. The water flowed from all the peaks around making the trail feel like bogs. Every step I sunk down, but it felt like a spring and shot me back up. Definitely an odd feeling, sadly the pressure shooting back up didn’t keep my feet dry. Got lost for a mile and took the wrong route. Looked like the route, but it turned out the trail went thru the stream and up the other side. It wasn’t a horrible detour, I ran into a beautiful elk posing next to a hundred foot pine tree. The dry pines reminded me of the PCT. That smell is so vivid. Caught up with the four siblings and took a break with em. After a solid break, I smashed out some good miles. I hung out at a creek and filtered water for two hours… My filter was so trash, it filtered less than a litter. Ran into Porchlight and Colorado Feather and hung out with em for a bit. Kept rolling till I made it to Fuertes Spring. I also caught up to the four siblings. Posted up for the night at the spring knowing tomorrow will be a solid day.