Woke up on top of a breezy, foggy mountain top. The visibility was about twenty feet. Faintly you could see the orange sunrise, but it was no match for the think condemned fog. My feet were freezing all night. Hoped out of my tent to tear everything down as fast as possible. My fingers drew numb right when I got out the door. Took a brief video of exactly what I was experience and hit the trail. Luckily, I only had to go down the mountain and didn’t have to come up into this windy mess. Made it a half dozen miles and there was still no chance for the sun to peak thru to warm me up. Came up to an all purpose road again and had no clue which way to turn. For a while now, in tough decisions where the trail goes I have been basing it off the sun. With the sun not visible at all it made picking the right direction all on luck and chance. I started hiking a couple miles on the road and saw NO PCT signs or footprints. I kept walking which felt like forever in the fog. Finally, I was able to flag the last ATV guy and ask if I was headed in the right direction. He had no clue, but he got out a map of the trails and the PCT was on the map. Unfortunately, I still had no clue what road and direction I was headed in. I figured I couldn’t turn back now. Mile after mile I kept contemplating my decision to turn around. After a stressful road walk I saw a PCT sign just off to the left. The drizzle stopped, so I was able to warm up enough to make some grub. Good thing, because I was starting to run on fumes. It was so cold, I had to keep a good pace to keep my temperature up high enough. As I came up to Walker Pass the wind and fog proceeded to keep it another crappy day. Got some trail magic to cheer me up. Trail angel Carl was down in the campground hanging out and helping hikers out. He had water and I was even able to get a bag of dehydrated food. That really took my worries off not having enough food to Kennedy Meadows. Also, I ran into Ron, a 63 year old guy from “downtown” LA, and he was trying to get back into hiking. I told him its never to late. His pack was stuffed with a million different items. Seems like if you have room in your pack, your just fill if up with something. He offered me some salmon jerky, which I definitely couldn’t say no to. It was so so so delicious. Departed, so I could make it to Joshua Tree Springs for the night. Got there at a pretty got time and I knew I had a few more miles left in me. I needed water so I dropped my pack and ran down to fill up my water bottle. In a big sign it said “Do not drink.” I had no other choice so I once again, slammed down as much water as possible. Washed out my horrific smelly socks and headed back to my pack. The temperature dropped rapidly, so I dropped about 1000 feet and called it a day.