Rather than joining the mass of humanity at Trail Camp, I hiked a quarter mile though a horrible boulder field to an area west of Wotans Throne. As a thunderstorm rolled in, I quickly set up camp on the edge of a small alpine lake. The storm burned off around sunset, and I went to bed early.
I woke up at 11:30 PM to lightning and heavy rain--another storm had moved in. I jumped out of the tent, grabbed my backpacks, and moved them inside, where I basically piled them on top of me. I discovered that the tent's waterproof seals had failed, and by morning everything was damp.
I got up at 4:45 AM and packed up my campsite. I hiked partway up Wothans Thone, where I set up a camera to film timelapse of the sunrise light hitting Whitney and the pinnacles. Unfortunately, clouds blocked the sun and no golden light hit the mountains. I returned, defeated, to retrieve my equipment and head back to the main trail. I stashed my heavy backpack under a boulder and then hiked the 4 miles to the summit of Whitney, the tallest peak in the continental U.S.