Thar was a storm brewin in my soul, and she was gonna burst. After threatening to assign all of my students detentions for gross negligence and ignorance, for crimes against humanity, and for using up the oxygen in my classroom, my wife suggested I take a lil break. So, I called up Scarecrow to hit the trails with me. Scarecrow, with his usual gowithitness, was in at the mention of rucking and summer sausage. After our lil fartlek a la Mr. Incredible this morning, we headed for the third coast for Class Act to blow off some steam and for Scarecrow and I to ruck our cares away.
First stop was West Beach at the newly designated Indiana Dunes National Park. We hit the steps up the dunes to catch a peek at the winter storm hitting Chicago and heading our way across the lake and headed towards the beach. With an incredible feat of strength, I skipped a rock darn near to Chicago, and, with little commentary on this supernatural ability of mine, we headed south until we hit scenic Miller Beach. Scarecrow and I walked through the town and thought we could bushwack at a diagonal back towards the park by following the footprints of two deer we had seen in the urban forest. After a little hook and loop, some doubling back, and some insistence from Scarecrow that we were headed in the wrong direction, we had to head back to the road to find our way back. We didn’t find the trail, but we did find the deer burrow and The deer were indignant.
Second stop was trail 10 at Indiana Dunes State Park after a quick snack of summer sausage and cheese. Trail 10 was flat and the sand was snowpacked and made for a leisurely out n back stroll through a winter forest. We called it quits after 24k+ steps for the day, ready for some beer and some po boys.
All told, we got in 6.75 miles of dune and urban rucking.