
Not the usual sights you see biking any of the Chicago area's hundreds of miles of wonderful trails.

The end of the trail is unceremoniously abrupt in my opinion.
Adventure is not outside man, but within, for you cannot cross the sea by simply staring at the water.


You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
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go home, chuck
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