Some number of years ago I fell off my bike and broke my
arm. Because of when I broke it I ended
up not biking for another year and so when I finally began to ride a lack of
practice and fear of injuring myself again kept me from biking as often as I
had been.
When I first got a job working as an assistant Hebrew school
teacher for my synagogue I would bike the three miles it took to get
there. After breaking my arm my mom
drove me and this worked until I got my permit but refused to drive myself so I
was back to getting myself to Hebrew school.
But I wasn’t about to bike so I started walking.
This, along with walking to school, meant that I was walking
13.5 miles a week (excluding walking that I did in school). It quickly
became my ‘thing’ to walk anywhere and everywhere if I could even if it would
take me an hour or more.
I’ve walked for hours on end to run errands or see a movie
but walking was just a mode of transport that allowed me to take routes that
cars couldn’t and listen to music and text and whatever else I felt like. This continued for a year and a half or so
before I started talking about walking as more than just a mode of
transport. I started talking to people
about walking to every state capital or across the country, but baby steps would
need to come first. And this is where I
got the idea to walk to Chicago.
I planned it out in my head a month or so before going. I would walk along the train tracks to avoid
getting lost since I wouldn’t have a map or a smart phone to help. Then I would finish at Union Station and take
a train back to Deerfield. So I put out
an open invite on Facebook and starting talking seriously to my friends.
When the day came the sky was a bit overcast so I packed a
poncho for the wet and a sweater for the cold.
I brought money and a camera and my phone and a water bottle. I left Deerfield train station with one other
friend (three people had responded to the open invite, one was a maybe and then
canceled, one was a yes and then got sick, and the third made it) at 8:30 am on
a Monday morning in early June. We took
a picture at Deerfield and planned to take one at every station on our way into
the city
Since we were familiar with the Deerfield area we didn’t
walk next to the tracks but instead walked to the next station down the line
before we left the town behind and walked along the tracks through some forest
for a couple miles. This is how it went
for quite a while, walking along the tracks when there wasn’t civilization
around and sticking to sidewalks and trusting my friend’s smartphone to guide
us when there was.
After stopping for lunch we continued on for another couple
hours before my friend received a text from his mom telling him to come home
once we reached the next station because he’d have reached the city limits of
Chicago. I started texting my mom about
wheter or not I would continue on alone.
We walked and I agonized over my decision as we got closer and closer to
the point at which my friend would leave me.
I finally made my decision almost in sight of the station to continue
the whole way to Union Station.
After this point I walked along the tracks for several miles
under now clear skies. The tracks still
cut through a forest which I found weird because I hadn’t thought that there
would be so much nature so close to/inside of Chicago. I randomly met two boys with bikes while
crossing a bridge. Luckily it seemed
that they weren’t doing drugs or drinking (although I’d seen plenty of broken
bottles on my way) so I continued on my way after an acknowledging nod.
As I continued I saw up ahead someone in an orange neon
reflector vest and, considering the fact that the last official person I’d seen
was a cop that had asked me if I knew I was trespassing if I was walking along
the tracks I quickly looked for a way off the tracks which is more difficult
than you might think because although there are ways to get on close to
civilization where there are lots of people who might want to get to the train
tracks there was a nice high fence along the border between the tracks and the
forest. Fortunately there was a way out
that took me into an interesting neighborhood that was full of cookie-cutter
houses, some still under construction.
It was particularly unusual to see smiling faces and talk to and be
talked to. I wandered around this
community trying to stay close to the tracks and trying to avoid people in case
they asked me who I was and what I was doing.
Eventually I made my way back to the fence and followed a forest path
along a low hill that lead me to a back yard and another hole in the fence.
I was able to walk next to or close by the tracks for the
next 10 minutes or so until I started to enter the actual city part of Chicago,
but this wasn’t an issue because I was still able to zig and zag to follow the
tracks. This took me through some
interesting neighborhoods (not interesting because they were particularly X but
just because they didn’t look like what I’d imagined Chicago would look like
and they were oddly both similar and different to my neighborhood.
This zigging and sagging went well for half an hour or so
until I zigged under a bridge and was about to turn right onto a sidewalk that
would follow the tracks I’d just gone under turned into US 94 a 4 lane highway
that I wouldn’t be able to walk along.
Looking around for what to do I found a bus station with a map of the
area. I noted when I should turn: right
at the first street, straight for a couple blocks, left, right, and so forth
before setting out. This turned out to
be a bad idea because the map had spaces between roads that I thought simply
showed the map was zoomed in, instead they were spaces between major roads and
I quickly became lost. I was lost for so
long in fact that I had dinner. I
estimate that it was about an hour and a half before I was back on track.
Nothing super eventful happened for the next several hours until my mom started to text me around 6:30 because she was worried about how long I was taking and because I was about to enter the worst neighborhoods in my journey just as it was getting dark. She wanted me to come back at the next station but acknowledged that I wouldn’t feel much if I didn’t complete my mission so we decided that after reaching the next station I would skip strain to Union and try to catch an 8:35 train back to Deerfield. My mom thought this a daunting task because I would have 90 minutes to walk 6 miles and to make it I would need to walk much faster than I had been. So I put on the gas and began to power through the last leg of my journey. To keep myself from getting lost I got text updates with directions from my mom. Eventually as I got close and my time was running short I called my mom to get ‘live updates’ since my position was changing regularly and my mom was now following my progress on Google maps. At 8:31 I told my mom I was going to hang up and sprint the last 8 blocks to try and make it to the train. And so I flew down the street running faster than I would’ve believed possible considering that I’d been walking for 12 hours and gone 30 miles (including my hour and a half of being lost), sprinted into the station, down the stairs, and onto the loading platform where my train was waiting. Relief flooded through me until I approached the first door and it was closed. So was the next, and the next, and the next, so I look through the windows and see a conductor. I knock to get her attention and to ask her to open the doors, but when she turns to face me she just shakes her head.
I then spent two hours cooling off waiting for the next
train home to arrive at 10:35. I got on
this train and spent an hour or so on the ride home being ridiculously
sore. My mom picked me up at the
Deerfield station close to midnight and drove me home.