I arrived in Wrightwood rather beat up. It seems to be a common pattern on the last day of many successful nights in the mountains. To get to Wrightwood on the PCT you essentially have to go up 8000ft in elevation from basically 1000ft. It took most of the day to get to the camp located at the highest point. The camp was conveniently located at about 6 miles from the exit route. The next morning, I woke up at 4:30 AM, some car had managed to get up an unpaved road path and it made quite the ruckus. I had no water left and the potato mash from last nights dinner got me dehydrated. I had been to lazy before going to bed to get some water at the source. The source at the camp ground was down a cliff. It is one of the worst I’ve ever seen on trail so far. We’re talking about a small trickle into a pool filled with suspended dust and a bunch of flies. To top it off, the damn thing was located a few hundred yards downhill. It was a huge mess. I got lost going down to get water and ended up doing two extra round trips for a mere liter. It was good enough for the 7 miles awaiting me.