June 25th: I woke up this morning with just as bad as a headache as I had when I went to sleep. The altitude was really bothering me all day today. Straight off in the morning I climbed higher than I had ever climbed before and my breath became so short I actually became a little scared. I kept pushing through to the top and almost immediately started climbing down. It wasn't until the last climb of the day, however, that I really experienced the worst of the altitude adjustment. I was climbing up Cottonwood pass and past it to Chicken Spring Lake when a gust of wind lifted my rain jacket up a a bit and the delerium made me feel like I was an airplane. I spent the entire evening feeling completely drunk off of altitude (while hiking with my arms out flying like an airplane). It was a rough night with the headache and limited breathing.
June 26th: Today instead of an airplane I was an Oscar Meyer Weener. I Hiked to and camped at the base of Mt. Whitney.
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