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| Eagle's Nest Shelter, PA |
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| Pink Lady Slipper |
Arose early to beat the rain and read some Elias as the final raindrops fell (Be alert, Be transparent, Be useful, and Use your time well). I thought I made good time to Port Clinton to pick up my package. Everything went well until I asked, "Where can I get a good meal around here?" Really, I just should have asked, "Will you please charge my phone?" Three hours later, and one (lunch) meal later (with Rob, the retired pilot), I am climbing out of Port Clinton (which is a hole in more than one way). It always happens with trail town. Maybe I shouldn't even bother? The walk up to the shelter seemed long and monotonous. I kept waiting for some sorta view but nothing. It was nice to meet Middlebury and Sky Watcher, and to be invited to join their section hiking band. The full ++ shelter was daunting (a family had rendezvoused with their thru-hiking daughter), but I slept well. Finally the rain was gone ... but the cold was coming.
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