11 pm local time. The rain started coming, and a server graciously told me I could stay here for a bit. My yellow backpack cover is gone, blown off somewhere between Jasper and here, so the backpack full of clothes (thankfully in plastic bags) looked soaked. I noticed it was getting ripped, but completely gone was a surprise. Mom's globe will be lucky to make it in one piece. I'm feeling stupid and underprepared. I feel so violated!!! I always find a way to just ignore it, and move on but I need a moment to feel sorry for myself. It has been easy in the city to ignore the weather, and never concern myself with rain, snow or shine but when you are directly in the elements, it's crucial to know where you're heading. I banked on beating the dark, ominous clouds that were settled in the valley ahead, but my hands and feet were just too cold. Now, on the first day of this journey, I must wait. For how long, I am unsure. Getting tired, and fantasize about that $200 for the hotel in a nice warm bed. Well, I got myself into this, and I will get myself out. That helpless feeling is one I have worked to avoid for so long, and now it is here, once again. As soon as that rain lets off, I'm outtie.