Monday, January 20, 2014


Waving to the cars on Lake Shore Drive.

Lake Michigan Tundra



Snowglobe



Skidding snowballs across ice.

A long and not so peaceful walk back to the car.
Up until Sunday, I had never seen the lakefront in the dead of winter.  I've always been inspired by the beautiful photographs taken of icy waves or a frozen current against the sand.  Being a firm believer in the "no such thing as poor weather, just poor clothing choices", we bundled up and headed to the lake.  Much of January has been spent inside and I could tell these girls needed to get out and roll around in some snow...and so did their mother.  We traipsed across the North Avenue bridge, slid down snow mounds, sunk into sand with our snow boots, explored the waters edge and watched snowballs slide across smooth sheets of Lake Michigan ice.  All was good until we had to turn around and walk back to the car.  Arguments broke out and on several occasions there was flat out refusal to move an inch more.  That was, until lunch out was promised.  We ended this trek at Edzo's in Lincoln Park.  Some argue it is the best burger in Chicago.  Jerry's interest was certainly piqued.  I could tell all my hair-brained ideas had been forgiven by the time his burger arrived.  And somewhere I read Edzo's milkshakes won them third place nationally.  Viv and Ella certainly approved.  Regardless of the rankings we were all happy to peel off our layers, relax in our snow pants and enjoy lunch.  And for the record, I would do it all again in a heartbeat.  The lakefront in winter is certainly fascinating. 

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