Walking in Kenosha
Well, I'm glad I got back from my walk along Lake Michigan before the rain started! Instead I had an hour's foggy ramble through Southport Park and the Kenosha Sand Dunes. As it always does, the heavy fog along the shore provided a sense of unfolding mystery as I walked along the rocky trail through stands of trees, listening to bird song.
It's hard for me to quiet my brain. For a lot of my walk, there was music of various kinds on my mind, playing on loop. Toward the end of the walk, when I got it to go away so I could listen to the environment around me, it made the time even more pleasant.
It looks like the city is tearing up the north end of Southport Park pretty thoroughly. There's a big dump truck sitting behind the construction fencing on the rip-rap slope to the water's edge, huge piles of dirt and rocks mounded ten feet tall, and an excavator with a big bucket on the end of its arm.
I scrambled over the train tracks twice, once completely unnecessarily, angling off of the road next to an underpass to climb up and over the fifteen-foot stone-covered embankment and down the other side. I met a guy with a shy rescue dog who'd been burned down the middle of her back and had a large scar. We talked briefly about the importance of rescuing 'damaged' animals that are less likely to find homes.
All in all, it was about four miles. I learned that I average a little over three miles per hour thanks to my tracking app; that's probably useful to know. I was going to ride my bike the ten miles or so to Zion, Illinois and back, but I'd forgotten to bring my helmet with me. Kind of fortuitous, really; it was a nice walk.
(Just for fun, here's the path I walked: https://www.endomondo.com/users/9694895/workouts/529970558. Yup; still living in the future.)
It's hard for me to quiet my brain. For a lot of my walk, there was music of various kinds on my mind, playing on loop. Toward the end of the walk, when I got it to go away so I could listen to the environment around me, it made the time even more pleasant.
It looks like the city is tearing up the north end of Southport Park pretty thoroughly. There's a big dump truck sitting behind the construction fencing on the rip-rap slope to the water's edge, huge piles of dirt and rocks mounded ten feet tall, and an excavator with a big bucket on the end of its arm.
I scrambled over the train tracks twice, once completely unnecessarily, angling off of the road next to an underpass to climb up and over the fifteen-foot stone-covered embankment and down the other side. I met a guy with a shy rescue dog who'd been burned down the middle of her back and had a large scar. We talked briefly about the importance of rescuing 'damaged' animals that are less likely to find homes.
All in all, it was about four miles. I learned that I average a little over three miles per hour thanks to my tracking app; that's probably useful to know. I was going to ride my bike the ten miles or so to Zion, Illinois and back, but I'd forgotten to bring my helmet with me. Kind of fortuitous, really; it was a nice walk.
(Just for fun, here's the path I walked: https://www.endomondo.com/users/9694895/workouts/529970558. Yup; still living in the future.)