After an unusually warm winter, the temperatures dropped down into the thirties (which in Chicago means it feels like the twenties) and the wind picked up dramatically. Many a nice ‘do was knotted up by the end of this weekend.
The plunge I was taking on Sunday had an early registration, and not wanting to get up super early on Sunday, I decided to spend my Saturday morning making a trip to check-in at the meeting center by the lake.
After I registered I decided to take a little walk along the water’s edge. I’d never been to this particular beach and wanted to see if it had the peaceful feel that some of the others offer. I think I picked the wrong day.
The winds were pretty brutal, so much so that when I put my cup of coffee down to take a picture or two, it rocked back and forth and threaten to fall over. I wanted to take a seat, let my legs hang over the edge of the concrete ledge that borders the water, but if my coffee cup was in danger of being blown into lake, there was a good chance I might find myself taking the plunge a day early.
Here’s one of the pictures I risked my life to capture: