Meet up, with Irene, at Glacial Park, in far northern Illinois, just about half way for each of us, coming both ways.

Three thousand five hundred acres shaped by the southern end of the Wisconsin glaciation. Park open, but facilities closed, and, as a result, we had the whole sky patio behind the visitor center all to ourselves. Because the visitor center was closed, the only access to the patio was by means a a small sidewalk around the back of the building. Although quite a few other folks (and dogs) were enjoying the fine weather, no one else, apparently, thought about checking out the backside.

Irene, Emmy, Zoë, all good. Pax happy for the outing, too.