
The summer after seventh grade at Lincoln Hall was filled with many new things. I can't remember exactly but I'm pretty sure my mother eased up on quite a few rules and I had pretty much free rain over Lincolnwood, Niles, Skokie and Morton Grove... the suburbs of Champions. My friends and I did a lot of walking that summer. A lot. Miles a day. We walked everywhere. One place in particular we walked to often was Emily Oaks Nature Preserve. Awesome place. I hadn't been there for years until Erika and I revisited it just the other day.

I love that place. I don't even know why. It's got a really good vibe going on. While walking in the preserve, it feels like we (as in all of us humans) haven't screwed up this planet as much as I had thought. I mean... look at these two:

I mean, if you don't love those too little dudes then maybe you hate freedom like George Dubya said. I can't wait for April showers to bring May flowers to Emily Oaks for then I will surely be back. Until that time I will try and wait patiently as mother nature takes her sweet-ass time transitioning out of winter (March in Chicago is always a tease) and into spring. Hurry though.