Miles: 1234.0 | A slow, sweltering day out of Port Clinton ends at Eckville Shelter, where heat, humidity, and salt chafe dictate the pace. Choosing a bunk over a condensation-soaked tent proves wise as storms threaten. A rare solar shower, shared meals, and familiar trail faces turn a physically uncomfortable day into a quietly restorative night.
At 9am we left the Port Clinton Hotel. That was their checkout time. For the price we paid it seemed early, but we had no choice. It was a relatively good day with a few good views:
We walked together for the majority of it. It was hot out and we walked slow. The sun in combination with the humidity made our salt chafe burn. We decided to aim for the Eckville shelter. It has a solar shower and, even if it was cold, It would be the easiest way to get the salt off of my skin and hopefully help my salt chafe.
When we arrived we found a house with a shed behind it. The shed had been converted into a shelter with bunks. There was one bunk left when I got there. It was supposed to rain that night and the tenting across the street was in a grassy field.
grassy fields + single walled sil-nylon tents = condensation nightmares
I chose to set up in the shelter on that top bunk. I went out and made dinner while Miles went and set up his tent. I ate with Earthheart and her dad, who was accompanying her for the week. Doctor Who?, Crazy Brit, and D-Squared joined us, too. I had cous cous and garlic herb tuna with vegetable cream cheese.
