If I had to name some motifs from my hike so far, they would start with “HOW did I break THAT?” and “holy cow, this WIIINDD”. A mouse ate part of my tent and the wind broke my umbrella after turning it inside out and almost swiftly lifting me off the mountain like Mary Poppins and I sheared one of my tent corner’s paracord on a rock and I broke my pack’s belt buckle. Whatever, I have duct tape. The wind, though. My new least favorite type of incliment weather. It has turned my sun umbrella inside out too many times to count, and whips sand into my mouth even when I sleep. Woo! This section even brought us about 4 inches of unexpected snow (unexpected to me, the one who didn’t know about the incoming weather until a sweet hiker named Big Owl knocked on all of our tents and said that there was a 75% chance of snow this coming night and that we’d have temps dipping below 25*, yikes). I woke up to my tent sinking in from the snow, and flakes brushing in on my face from the wind....