I slept through the storm, but the locals said the clouds provided buckets of rain last night. The threat today was severe thunder storms but the painful hobble to the bathroom this morning was the deciding factor in staying one more day in Port Clinton.
Tomorrow is “H” day – either hike or go home. Please pray that it will be very clear to me if I should pack up and hit the trail or arrange for a rental car to end the journey.
The lady in the post office saw me this morning and asked about my leg; I went into the Peanut Shop and the cashier told her fellow worker all about my injury; the waitress in the hotel inquired about my situation; and I met Fred’s (trail angel who gave me a ride to Urgent Care) wife on the way to breakfast. This is quite a friendly town when you spend some time here – but it is way past time to move on.
It is kind of a sad day to have no photos from the trail. Instead a snapped two shots from the front porch of the hotel. The first shows the major four-lane highway right out front (PA Rt 61) and the second looks at the climb I will make as I leave the community.