THAT…ladies and gentlemen, is the Illinois Prairie Path. It was my natural home for the duration of the morning hours today, June… whatever the hell date it is of the year 2007. If you start at Wheaton and go Northwest along the trail… then shoot yourself off West down the Geneva Spur, that is where I rode. It looks insignificant on the map… but I kid you not it was much more arduous and winding than the picture gives it credit for. But I also have it on good merit that this is one fucking brilliant trail. As I rode along the Wheaton-part path… it was nothing new. Nice, shaded- a good trail all in all. But then I reached the part where I could do the Elgin Branch… the Geneva Spur… or some other bullshit path. I’d already done the Elgin branch before… so the Geneva Spur it was! Ugh, it was so pointless at first. It was basically a trail winding through downtown West Chicago, taking you through dilapidated backyards reminiscent of most Californian neighborhoods. Finally I hit the trail. Finally… I hit… the trail. Wow, what a magnificent memory to store away. I had no idea such greenery could exist between towns. The things I saw and the feelings I felt were just incredible. Riding through the dupage airport was surreal in some weird way. Here was this path… winding between black fences that were labeled with “RESTRICTED AREA” signs and rolling hills all around me. The path was wide and the horizon wider. I didn’t wanna go home. I wanted to keep riding and riding and riding. Unfortunately I had to turn around- band practice is on the line! But yeah. I wanna do something similar to that again for sure. The next big venture (after some smaller rides) I wanna do is take the Elgin branch allll the way North… then take it all the way down towards the Geneva Spur, down to the Batavia Spur, then swing it on back home. It will be one long-ass ride. But I’m so down for it.
So that was my ride. And that’s really all I have to share.
The highlight was having Good Morning Kaia by BT come on at the perfect moment- the climax of my trip where I was close enough to home to feel safe, but far enough to realize I still had a trek. And I was all sweaty and so tired… and… it was just perfect. The scenery arounded me blended all too perfectly.
Love.
I’m afraid I’ve lost touch with myself. Having lost my hair, I feel my essence is gone. Never again will I cut my hair so short… I can’t take it. I just feel like too much of a nerd, and my face sticks out too much- my bloated cheeks. I just want it all to grow back like…now.
p.s.- after caluclating the “huge-ass trek” with allen, it’ll take four hours minmum to complete the circuit…seven hours max. wooooord.
