I often ride solo, and deciding where to go is often based on my mood, the distance I want to ride, or which way the wind is blowing.
Whenever I ride north up Sheridan Road, there’s a place I like to stop when I get to Winnetka. I discovered it by accident one day, but now it’s become part of my routine.
In the colder months, the beach below is deserted and the sand covered by dirty snow – as it was today. During the summer, I stand and listen to the waves quietly lap up on the shore.
It’s become one of my favorite spots.