Fifth

My flight took off an hour and a half late, so I wasn’t settled into my hotel until almost 4 in the morning in downtown Chicago. I also forgot to hang the Do Not Disturb tag so I didn’t get to sleep until noon. I was granted a 1:00 pm check out although the Blues Festival was taking place; however, I had the scary banging knock from housekeeping at 9:30. 😦 After hitting Billy’s Bagels, I went to the Dearborn Station Park and ate a Chicago Turkey bagel. It was sooooo good.

I didn’t know until I was in Manhattan at the end of last summer that you have to download prior and should probably also print maps in large cities, because Google can’t give walking directions when there are too many tall buildings around. I went to the library downtown and the clerk printed directions for me for walking to the Art Institute of Chicago.

I was so happy that Frida Kahlo’s Paris show was there. You were able to read her love letters to Nick Muray. I feel a kinship with her. She was critically injured and then plagued by pain, she was clearly polyamorous, and she didn’t want to cohabit. I also love her art and didn’t know that she did a Paris show or why that and her trip to Europe occurred.

I drove to Rockford because I wanted to see the Anderson Japanese Gardens. They’d been featured in a blog entry of a blogger who I follow. I didn’t know that Rockford was so walkable and that the Edgewater subdivision had such diverse architecture. I took a night walk and counted 3 fireflies.

The following morning I walked to the gardens and they were wonderful. I started my many days of relaxation and contemplation.

Then I drove to Kenosha. Lake Michigan is gorgeous. And the only drawback was that smoke is pooling from Canadian wildfires and it was hazy, but I was glad to be there.

The following morning I went to the public museum, donated money because it’s free, and voted for my favorite transparent water colors. The museum hosts a contest of these every year and I was there for the 49th annual contest. They look so realistic and your eyes play tricks on you as you’re convinced that many are photos and not watercolors. I also rode the electric streetcar and learned about their 4th of July festival.

Then it was time for me to drive to Indiana. It started to rain so there was a break in the smoke when I got there. I was staying at the best AirBnB that I’ve ever been in. I also got to see Indiana forest sunsets due to a short smoke break.

The next day I explored Indiana Dunes National Park. I can’t say enough about how beautiful this park is and what a great way it offers to explore Lake Michigan.

I began my stubborn and limitless belief leg of my vacation thereby hiking miles and miles on a knee with severe osteoarthritis, chondromalacia, no cartilage behind the knee cap, and bone marrow edema above the knee. I don’t care either. It was so worth all the pain and swelling.

The full moon rose after the gorgeous sunset.

Those two days were incredible. This park doesn’t seem to get much traffic or because I vacation in early June, I don’t see folks. I was alone on plenty of trails and was able to reflect and just be. I enjoyed exploring the marshlands too and hiking above them as well.

I left that incredible area and accommodation. Wow. That was paradise in that area of Indiana and the room that I had was comfy, quiet, clean and so modern.

Next, I drove to Southwest Michigan. I had a tiny room. But, the Inn was historic and had a private beach.

Both mornings, I took my coffee on the giant porch in a rocking chair looking at Lake Michigan. I didn’t take my phone with me and spent 2-hours outside. I would reverse the ritual at night and one night took the 135 steps down to the beach to watch the sunset. This Inn is just incredible. I met a woman who is also a Professor and she told me that I should come to this Inn in September. She was very worldly, speaks and writes fluently in French, and has been on beaches all over the world, but told me that Lake Michigan is the best one. I kind of agreed with her given some moments.

The next morning I went back to Indiana Dunes National Park and saw the farm there and hiked a bit, but it was far too smoky again so I decided to go back to Chicago.

A quick tip for folks is that there is some free parking available near University Village on street. I ate wonderful deep dish pizza and salad and then walked the river. Chicago is nice. My girlfriend is from the suburbs and wants to show me around someday. I had a great time back there before I flew back home.

Do you travel solo? Why or why not? Where are you going to travel to before you are unable to walk?

6 thoughts on “Fifth

  1. Google can totally give walking directions in large cities. I have lived here for 38 years and still don’t know my way around the village…the only issue is when you start …figuring out which way arrow is pointing. If your phone can do live view it totally works

  2. The first step is the hardest, getting in the general direction. But once you start it’s fine. I even navigated Gothic quarter in Barcelona. And worst case is you get lost a little

  3. Wyrd Smythe's avatar Wyrd Smythe says:

    Sounds like a great and beautiful trip. I’m glad you had fun!

  4. Nice post. I also travel frequently. I speak and write in six languages, so there are many trips to countries where those languages are spoken. I have developed spinal stenosis in my old age so I hire chauffeurs and guides wherever I travel to when abroad. However, I do remember occasionally struggling with Google maps β€” especially in old sections of cities in Italy and in Venice. I have been told to go through buildings and swim across the canal. lol. And getting lost and having to retrace one’s steps when walking has become painful is not much fun. Keep traveling and posting.

    • TomBoy's avatar TomBoy says:

      Thanks for such a thoughtful comment. I hiked the dunes and beach anyway!

      I am waiting for Protein Enriched Plasma approval. (That’s a different post and one that may not be interesting for you.)

      I need to find the episode of Humanature about a GPS and Mt St Helens.

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