Woke up to someone packing their tent away in the early bloody hours of the morning. I guessed correct in who it was. Impala said he’s been hitting the trail a lil after five. That’s crazy early, but I’m going to try and get in the habit of doing it. Got packed up and walked 1.5 miles back to the trail. It was a solid climb, including a dozen or more switchbacks to the top. About a half mile after leveling out, I ran into a small rattler. I was totally caught off guard. I was not expecting one up at 6,000 feet, but there he was hanging out right on the trail. I saw him at the last second and immediately jumped back. I had a nice soft landing in the bushes. Not knowing where the rattler slithered off to, I was nervous to walk by him on the trail. I went down some steep steep rocks to get around him. After that, the trail became bushy and I slowed my pace down to keep a better eye out for the snakes. I was able to catch up to Impala and pass his slow ass. Saw a flock of pelicans circling a lake before landing. They were super white and black on the wings. Caught some grub for about a half hour before leaving Jaminson Creek. Turned on some interesting podcast. One was about human blood types. The other was about what parts of the body repairs itself. Made it to A-Tree Spring and had some crisp water flowing right out of the pipe. Ran into a couple from Hawaii hiking the PCT. They as well skipped the Sierras, but hopefully they went back. Went a couple more miles to put in a solid 32 mile day.