Hiking 20:00 [3]
Left the house with Mom and Dad in their car around 6 am to get a 9:55am flight from O'Hare. Driveway and roads were glass ice, thick. We got about a mile before deciding this wasn't going to work. Up ahead there was a dip in the road, and cars looked like they weren't moving. Lots of brake lights. We pulled off and Dave and I got our stuff out of the back. I put on my Sarvas and Dave put on his Falcons. Mom and Dad made it back home and sent us an email to confirm. Dave and I made it to the train station, another mile beyond. We had just under 3 hours, at that point, to the departure of our plane. Cold, low 20s. Train into Chicago takes just under an hour. Then there is a 3.5 block walk to the big Picasso and another 45-min train to O'Hare. Then subterranean passageways partly covered by long moving walkways. Lines to get tickets, line through security, line for coffee, line in the bathroom, line to board. Made it. After lines of cars, lines of train cars, lines on the escalators. Line-y.
The cleats were key. It was the dark side of dawn when we started from the car. Unwieldy luggage, kind of heavy. Rolled the suitcase wherever possible. All shapes of frozen surface - frozen walked-in foot of slush (rough); ploughed driveway (inch-thick sheer ice). Jogged on textured ice past two women clinging to the fence in the rough frozen stuff, inching along. "How is she doing it?" asked the one in front of the one behind, referring to my running. "Cleats," I said as I went by. "Oh, cleats," she said. They made it to the platform in time to catch the train that we did, maybe 8 minutes later. Light side of dawn by then.
Oh, and the most surreal part was the first half mile of our Park Forest walk along Sauk Trail. Cars by the dozen littered the skating pond road, down into a big dip and back up again, at all angles, a few of them still spinning their wheels with an angry whirr. Like nothing so much as a bunch of deer flies stuck on your hat, a few still on their feet and able to beat their wings, more symphony than noise.
On plane, read book about nun with epilepsy. Would make excellent book club fodder.