As usual in the land of Cook County Forest Preserves, I saw a few creepy looking early model sedans and some really fancy looking town cars that just don't fit into the whole "active outdoors" subculture. Maybe some mucky-mucks in the county government driving around surveying the pristine wilderness.
|have minivan, will travel.|
|who said IL is ugly, moi?|
|Natural waterway, unobstructed beauty.|
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I do not want this to become a sort of referendum on life in Chicagoland, but really, how can people be so cruel as to walk right across many kilometers of ski tracks? I know we have many novice outdoorsfolk in the land, but really. Who hasn't played with matchbox cars and those long rubbery tracks that we all had in the '70s? It's like going over the nice smooth track with a pizza cutter. The other day in Hinsdale I actually saw the perpetrators and they had the nerve to smile and say hello to me from their stance in the middle of the ski path. They really don't know, I suppose.
|Peter and I noticed a similar problem when we moved to IL from VT on sledding hills.|
|In The Road the skies are dark and the water is black...well...blacker...|
|View from the other side.|
|And we move forward, to our destination, whatever that is.|
|Austin Boulevard, almost home.|
Only 30 minutes home, so that's a good thing. The gift of Nan allowed me to squeeze extra snow time and less carpool time. Nice to see some concerned voters putting up a sign for their candidate in the ever exciting mayoral race. Who might possibly pull this one off? It is Chicago, after all.