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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