Not posting on politics
today – a pleasant change.
Instead…I had a wonderful
ride from Lake View to work in Hyde Park this morning. Nice and cool, a NE tail wind, waves crashing
over the bike path at some spots, wonderful dark puffy clouds racing quickly
across the heavens with the sun peeking out from time to time, and my fastest
time southward this year – 50 minutes.
It was the kind of morning
that I wish I had a helmet cam to record this beauty. The path was not as busy as usual for a
summer day, although there was no threat of rain. The sun was mostly hiding on the north side
of town, but I could see it shining on the water in some places out in the
lake. Once I passed McCormick Place it
started to show itself more regularly as the clouds made way for its assent
into the sky.
The Lake was in a moderate
rage, kind of purple and green colored, with wave after wave crashing
shoreward. No swimmers or boats out this
morning. Hardly any dog walkers either. I only saw one fisherman at the opening to Burnham
Harbor. The beaches were being groomed
on the North Side, but the job had already been completed by the time I reached
the new 31st Street Harbor.
It always gives such a fresh inviting look after the previous day’s
activities.
I could see the steel mill
smoke stacks in Indiana and on the far south side easily and early in the cold,
crisp air. Of course the best spot to
see is from the 47th Street “hill”, but I also saw them when
crossing the Chicago River underneath Lake Shore Drive.
I kept pushing and pushing. Pedaled in higher, harder gears. And my friend the wind made it all possible. I didn’t stop for my usual water break just
past the museum campus on the hill by Soldier Field – just kept going. I didn’t need to look at my watch to know
this was going to be a fast day. Pushed
past the 31st Street Harbor, past the 47th Street hill,
past Promontory Point, past the man selling his bananas and apples on 57th
Street in front of the Museum of Science
and Industry, and then across Stony Island, up 59th Street, cross
the Midway Plaisance where Blackstone would cross, over Dorchester, and then at
work. Hooray I made it.
And now, dear friends,
please know that I will ride home into the wind this evening, and I will be in
lower gears, going slower, and it will take me much longer than 50 minutes to
make the return journey. But it will
still be beautiful and I will still feel lucky to be able to make this ride
many times.
Take care.