Miles today: 101.
Miles to date: 11,760.
Day 52. The end is near. And to temper my sensibilities for a return to the Great White North I decided to pass through Evanston, IL on my way to Chicago for a couple of days.
Evanston is home to, among other things, Northwestern University. I spent a few hours strolling the area near the campus and in downtown Evanston. In an effort to dodge two Greenpeace people with clipboards, I turned down an alley and I was fortunate to find the most wonderful of book stores. Called, Bookman's Alley, it is a wonderful collection of second hand volumes spanning all genres and curated by a gentle old man that was rather involved in his newspaper of the day. The collection is housed in a rambling old carriage house behind the boutiques on the main drag. There were shelves and shelves of books, random models of sailing ships, the odd piece of military memorabilia, and additional bags, boxes and stacks of books randomly strewn about the floor. I shall return.
A short drive later and I found myself rather happily in Chicago. The day was sunny, clear, and warm. I parked the little blue Audi, dropped off my bags, and went walkabout. It was great to be back in a city. The honking of horns, the manic energy of the traffic, and the volume of people felt right. After a decent roam, I found myself on the river for an architectural boat tour of the city. As the sun sank, we steamed gently along the many branches of the Chicago river as our well informed (and least-annoying of the whole trip) tour guide presented the stories behind many of Chicago's skyscrapers.
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