June 13 - Springfield - 25 Miles To Dayton

Courthouse in Xenia.


Today I hiked 25 miles to Springfield. I crossed the 1,400 mile mark on this journey! The weather was perfect for hiking. It was sunny, about 75 degrees and a bit breezy.

The route today was mostly on the Little Miami River bike path except for some road walking in Springfield. The trail goes through the towns of Xenia, Yellow Springs and Springfield.

I stopped in Xenia for a break. I got a cup of coffee and three Krispy Kreme donuts. It was not a healthy snack but it sure tasted good.

Twice today two bicycle riders stopped and asked me if I was practicing for a hike. They saw me with my backpack and trekking poles hiking down the bike path. They assumed I was preparing for an upcoming hike. I said "No, I am out hiking". They both were a bit surprised to learn I was hiking on the Buckeye Trail. One guy said "I have heard of the Buckeye Trail but I have never heard of anyone hiking it."

I stopped for a late lunch in Yellow Springs. I have been to Yellow Springs many times before so I didn't spend time exploring it. I recommend that hikers stop here and see the town. It is such a neat town. The Chamber of Commerce describes the town like this ... "The community is culturally diverse, values self-expression and prides itself on being open, friendly and creative." They are putting it mildly.

From Yellow Springs the trail heads north to Springfield and then turns south to Fairborn. Once upon a time the Buckeye Trail went from Yellow Springs directly to Fairborn. This new route adds about 20 miles to the journey. The current route doesn't exactly make sense to a hiker who is going from Cincinnati to Dayton.

The trail from Yellow Springs to Springfield was mostly on the bike path. The bike path ended at I-70 where the Buckeye Trail goes on roads and sidewalks to downtown Springfield. In Springfield the trails makes a turn to the south and heads to Dayton.

In Springfield the trail passes a couple of seedy taverns. I took a break on the front porch of one. A motorcycle rider came out of the tavern and noticed some feathers I was carrying on my backpack. He told me to be careful with my feathers. He said, by law, I was not allowed to possess hawk feathers unless I was a Native American or I was carrying a permit. He said I could get fined for having them. He said he had feathers at home just like mine. I thanked him for the information and said I would be careful. I did not have the heart to tell him that I had turkey feathers not hawk feathers.

Only 25 more miles to go! I am feeling that it is time to end this hike.