Sill in Zion

I believe this is my fifth day in Zion (if you count the day I arrived)

Its beginning to feel a bit like home:
- The rangers no longer ask for my pass when I enter the park
- I've been shown the secret apricot tree
- Last night I was given the 'local's' discount at the cafe ('you are local, aren't you?')
- Just now the librarian asked if I was working in the park for the season. (I explained I was just squatting here until my new tent arrived).

As it has not arrived yet, the earliest I can hope for is the fifth. Last night was very very windy. Since all my pegs are being used to stabilize/brace the broken end of the tent, there is nothing securing the rest of it from the wind. I got up to go to the bathroom at two am, and when I came back, my tent had rotated 90 degrees, flipped to its side, and collapsed.

I WAS NOT PLEASED.