This morning, I took the girls to the beach. And thought I’d show you the drive towards the lake, just so everyone (i.e., non-Chicagoans) can see how bizarre it is that there are miles of beach within a major metropolitan area. (Like- not off a highway, not a town over, just right there. In the city.)
Just over ten minutes later (because a high heat index apparently makes every stoplight turn red) we’re under the Lake Shore Drive overpass and pulling into the marina/park/beach/rollerbladers. |
View from the parking lot. That little person by the bike trail is Nora, yelling at me to either hurry up with the beach toys or to leave Susannah and hurry up with the beach toys. |
Just past the bike trail, the march to the beach (whereupon Nora is already too tired to go any further). It’s been roughly nine feet. Also, Zuzu is done with her sunglasses for the whole day. |
This beach has the coolest (and cutest) miniature seashells. Like, teensy twists and impossibly small bivalves. |
We made sandcastles, witch’s castles, and a moat for Zuzu to stomp in. (We also went swimming- but I’m not insane. The camera phone stayed in the beach bag. In a Ziploc.) |
Beach picnic! 2 parts salami, 1 part sand. |
Two hours later (and ten degrees warmer), we headed home. Thankfully Nora was there to put Zu’s hood onto her [sweltering] head. |
Beached. Also? My car is now 2 parts sand, 1 part apple slices. |
I love summer.
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