Over Labor Day weekend, we decided to checkout the Skokie Lagoons in Skokie for some fishing and some hiking. According to my “60 Hikes within 60 Miles of Chicago” book, this place had some decent hiking and lagoons. If you knew me in real life, you might know that when I was a kid I could fish. Not like it was my job. But like, a country girl who knew shit but wasn’t interested in doing more of it. Every field trip to Pine Island to go fishing (it was the 1980s)? Caught fish. Fishing in our swimming pond (before we realized it was home to gators)? Caught fish.
Since moving to Chicago, I have been trying to make being outdoors doing stuff a thing. It is one of the things I missed about living in the south. When we coached at Wakulla (to the south of Tallahassee), almost every single one of our soccer girls could have taken us fishing, scalloping, etc. We lived across from a wooded greenspace, where a Turkey lived. When Dave and I started living together, we lived a quarter of a mile from a lake. How many times did we go kayaking? Twice, and both times it was a beat down. The last house we lived in in Tallahassee sat on 1.25 acres of land. I had a shitty garden that I half-hearted attempted to grow stuff in. Spoiler alert: I was “too-busy”. I wanna say to my younger, Tallahassee living self, “Like, bitch, you don’t have to do shit to grow tomatoes. Just put those bastards in the ground. They’ll grown year round (practically).”
In any case, I am nervous Nico is going to grow up being one of those kids that’s like, “Hey guys! Let’s skip going camping this weekend and go see the three Star-Wars movies being re-released in 6D.” And then, I would have to die of embarrassment.
So, I have been trying to make fishing a thing. I don’t know if it’s the bait I am using or the weather or what, but I have been striking out and this Labor Day was no exception. And the hiking was suspect. I only got onto a little footpath that went nearish the lagoon we were fishing at. To be fair, the day was kinda over at that point, and my boys were ready to go.
But the good news is that we made it a little bit of a picnic and I had pecan and peach pie, which, if we are completely honest, ain’t too bad.