the suburbs

Ahoy,

This was the day N and I decided to go to the suburbs to go on a "hike." We started out on the "hike," which requires you to cross a road that has traffic that doesn't have stop signs. We had to cross a similar road several times, sometimes the same road. You are just hoping the the good grace of the driver will see you and not run you down as you dart back and forth across the street for this "hike." You can see the last place you crossed the street from the next street crossing. Hiking in the Midwest is nothing like hiking in CA. There is little to no elevation gain or loss; it is flat the whole time. Granted, there is foliage because this is a prairie and not a desert, but it's not like there is so much variation you can have when it is flat the whole time. So your view is pretty much trees on either side of a wide, flat road the. whole. time. 

We unanimously decided the 2 or 3 miles we had walked so far was not glorious enough to convince us to make another 4 to a waterfall and then walk back. So we turned around with the reward of snacks in the car. Promptly after wimping out, it started to rain, and then rain harder. We were thoroughly drenched by the time we got to the car. And that was glorious. Next time, we'll bring bikes. That "hike" is far better suited to experience on a bike. 

After arriving in the city, we picked up my brother K and got stuck at the train crossing. 

frantically awaited,

jt