Whiting Park

I had packed a lunch last night, so Emma and I were on the road bright and early to head for Whiting Park.  Jack-in-the-Box, my GPS, guided us there.  He chose a very interesting route.  It went right through a heavy industrial area near the lake with about 8000 turns along the way.  We made it though.
These two signs accosted us as we entered the park.  First of all, since my car has South Dakota plates, the parking rate was $15!  Then there was the matter of Emma in the back seat.    What’s a girl to do?

My solution was to not park anywhere, not eat my picnic lunch at a table, and not let Emma out of the car.  Thank goodness it was early on a Monday morning, and there were no attendants on duty to collect any fees.
I also did not walk or sunbathe on the mile long beach.  Staying in the car while visiting a nice park is the pits!

Needless to say, our visit was quite brief.  My main reason for coming here was to see the beautiful Chicago Skyline that was promised in the brochure I had.  The weatherman even said there would be no haze this morning as the humidity was down.

It is 11 miles as the gull flies from the beach to the skyscrapers.  Somehow, I expected the view to be more breath taking.    Oh well, I guess you just can’t believe everything you read in the promotional materials.

I bid farewell to the young gulls, and Emma and I headed back the fifty-some miles to the campground where I unpacked my lunch and ate it inside the rig.
On the bright side, Robyn will be arriving late this afternoon to spend the night with me.  It’s a girls night out for her without the grandgirls.  I haven’t had a sleep over in a long time. 

Thanks for stopping by... talk to you later,  Judy