
I'm way late with this post. I actually walked well over a week ago, but just never made the time to post this. It was a beautiful day and I wanted to spend the rest of the day enjoying the outdoors, rather than sitting in front of this screen. This was by far the best walk I have had since I started walking the forest preserves, there were no mosquitos, the weather was cool, breezy and comfortable and there were just enough people on the trail. I always feel better when there are people around and so I suppose that will also play a part in whether I like the walk and trail. I have been on some trails when there hasn't been anybody for long distances, like 2-3 miles and its felt eerie. It is like 2.4 miles around the Peck Farm park, which is across from the Mill Creek Forest Preserve. There is a trail across the street that I have biked on, but the last time I did, the path came to a stop and continued onto the highway, which is never a good idea, unless of course your wearing one of those colorful biking sleeveless tanks and have calves and buns of steel, which is not me these days. Its strange, but as I now write about how I feel about biking and look back on what I have typed, I realize just how much I have changed. I remember never caring about whether I was riding in the street and now it is something I admit I avoid. I once rode a bike uphill, on a one way street at night, holding a "to go" container of tongue tacos while being chased by a dog. I remember seeing the cars headlights coming toward me and knowing I needed to out-pedal this dog. I was able to kick at the pooch, pedal, and keep myself from being hit by a car. I was in great shape physically and have always felt sort of athletic, but I never considered I was out for exercise, I rode my bike out of necessity, not owning a car until I was married, so until around 24, and then when I did get married, biking seemed to morph into exercise. I put a child seat on the back and we were gone for hours on my bike from the time he was about a year old. We would usually go from Aurora, Illinois Avenue up the Fox River trail to St. Charles (sometimes even as far as South Elgin), and then we would circle around, stop at Wheeler Park to play at the playground and then head back home. I'd know when he'd fallen asleep back there when his little head and the weight of his helmet would nearly throw me off balance and off the trail as he slumped to one side. I suppose I was throwing caution to the wind back then. Makes me wonder if there is a negative correlation between bravado and consciousness, assuming I'm evolving:)
Peck Farm at Mill Creek: Fabyan and Wenmoth Roads
Walking and Biking Trails
Time: 45 minutes







