Reprieve from Cold

Miles: 10 Last night I woke up to snoring and I was like “but I’m away from everyone how is there snoring?”… right? Well, the loudest snorer ever pitched there tent right near mine. It’s kinda like when a man who is pee shy goes to the furthest urinal and someone goes just two over. Not in your face right next to you but just barely in the what are you doing zone. That and my Amazon sleeping bag that said rates for 20 degrees but clearly isn’t didn’t contribute to my sleep. In the bright side I met a group of section hiking dentists who thought it was funny how I left my toothbrush at the last shelter and educated me on dental hygiene. And I bummed a squirt of their toothpaste. Later I ran into Lobo, a thru hiker that finished the trail and returned to do trail magic. He cooked me a quesadilla and we chatted. He also just so happened to have a toothbrush unopened and toothpaste on him. He gave it to me. Huge W. Everyone in the Gang of Shootas reunited at Standing Bear Hostel. I met a…