Because it was there – story#2: Party in the Park

Why NOT trespass in a city park, after hours, for purpose of underage drinking and other questionable-at-best behavior?

I mean, what could be a more safe and sensible plan than THAT?

And, I’m kind of ashamed to admit, the Captain Sensible for this particular plan – me.
I was the person who first said “let’s go to the park!” when a group of us were puzzling over just where we might go to enjoy our ill-gotten bounty.

Fairly easy to be spotted from the road??
Check.
Frequented, as it turns out, by less pleasant individuals than ourselves, IE: violent public school kids?
Check
Had a similar reputation to rest areas, and Cook County Forest Preserve parking lots?
Check.

We
Were
Really
Bored.

But it was a big, beautiful park, with lots of trees and benches and a nice stream that curved it’s way through.
We ended up finding a particular spot, a spot with a huge flat stone used as a bench, along a shaded walkway, partially obscured by a rock wall, that sat on a hill overlooking the stream.
It became “ours.”
If memory serves, we even named it, “The Rock” I think.

It was a brief favorite destination, introduced to many friends and friends of friends, over the course of many “nothing better to do” evenings.

These places had limited shelf lives for us.

Perhaps we all suffered from short attention spans, or some of the girls decided they didn’t feel comfortable there. Maybe it was just a change of the seasons, resulting in colder nights and snow, but it was not long before we’d moved on.