April 24, 2013

Ice Pack

My boyfriend grew up in Waukegan, Illinois, home to a segment of the Des Plaines River Trail. When we’re strapped for time but feeling the need to escape, we head over and go for a walk (last year’s snow-less visit featured here).  
Though we did not anticipate the treacherous ice pack that claimed most of the stretch, we didn’t let it stop us from exploring. In fact, it added to the solitude of the excursion, which was interrupted only by the sounds of woodpeckers and the lone train that slowly made its way down the nearby tracks.  

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