I left Mammoth at 0830 and was on the trail by 0910. A fellow hiker, CatWater, was getting a ride to the trailhead from her sister who was visiting for a few days and they gave me a ride. It was a nice, mostly sunny morning and everything was freshly washed from the recent storm. A lot of vegetation was still wet and it smelled good.
It was pretty much climbing all day up to the pass. The clouds would build and threaten, and then dissipate.
I started drinking the whiskey around two (to lighten the load), which improved my outlook greatly. Unfortunately, I neglected to take into account all the sobriety checkpoints. By that I mean raging, icy streams, with stony banks, that are crossed by walking over some wet, skinny log. Like, six of them. But I made it.
Hit the pass (entered Yosemite NP) around 1730. I didn’t go too far after that. Just down enough to get back to treeline. I might have gone more but I saw a bunch of tents down there.
After I was all set up and dinner consumed, a thunderstorm came over and rained and hailed some, but it didn’t matter much to me.