More than anything, Katie and I want to find a beach that we
absolutely hate. A place we can deride, criticize, and complain about,
guilt-free. We were hopeful that today would be the day that we found this
beach of our ire. Partly, we’re looking for a terrible beach because we want
something to contrast the beautiful beaches we’ve consistently been finding. But
mostly, we want to find a beach we hate because we’re apparently really evil
people. On our way down to Hyde Park, we already began mocking its beaches. You
can’t even swim at 49th Street Beach? Bollocks! There’s no parking
at 57th Street, meaning you have to cross Lake Shore Drive on foot
to get there? Insane! By the time we got down there, the thesaurus in my mind started
listing through all of the negative vocabulary I’d get to use in this review:
crumbling, idiotic, deteriorating, unforgiveable, asinine…oh yes, this was
going to be good.
It saddens me that I won’t be able to use any of those words
to describe Hyde Park’s beaches. (But do you like how I still was able to use
them, kind of? I got really attached to “asinine” and couldn’t let this entry
go without using it.) While true that 49th Street Beach does not
allow swimming, and isn’t really even a beach per se, that doesn’t mean that we
weren’t completely beguiled by this small stretch of shore. The area is
accessible by climbing over some boulders, which leads to a pebbly strand. The
boulders all tilt towards the water and the view of Chicago’s skyline, making
them ideal places to lay out and meditate. Some large rocks had been worn down
by frequent use, appearing more like stone sofas than the eyesores they
otherwise might have been. Large fallen tree limbs created more natural
couches, and when we spotted one with an empty Corona bottle and a few
scattered limes, we knew that this beach was special. Though we do not condone
drinking alcohol on Chicago Park District property (at least that’s what our
legal counsel told us to say), this scene perfectly captures the vibe of its
beach. The easygoing sunbathers, the people taking a break with their leashed
dogs, and the gently lapping waves were reminiscent of the more reflective
beaches of the Pacific Northwest. (Katie would know; she spent a good chunk of
time in Tacoma, Washington; and I have a sister in Vancouver, so I’m pretty
much an expert.) It seemed unfair to grade this beach according to the scale
we’ve been using, since it’s the type of place you go to avoid the fake-cheese
concession stands and energetic crowds. Using that scale would be asinine. Also, our legal counsel (her
name is Jane, and is about to enter her third year of law school—I’ll pause so
you can take a moment to be impressed) said: "In light of the
aforementioned possible lawlessness of this beach, I must reserve my judgment
on the merits." Translated to normal people talk, that means that we
shouldn’t use the grading scale on 49th Street because that
technically condones some law-breakin’, which we just cannot stand for. So, we
are going to grade it according to a new scale. And for that reason, we give 49th
Street three Corona bottles and a lotus flower. Whatever the hell that means.
From 49th Street, we took the bike path south
through Promontory Point. This little peninsula is big-time charming. It
features some of the most mature trees you can find in an urban setting, and
memorable views of both the skyline and 63rd Street Beach House. Sooooooo
not asinine. Several usable fire pits (in the American Indian “council circle”
style popularized by Jens Jensen, or so Wikipedia tells me) ring the peninsula;
one had recently died out, and as Katie and I inhaled the woodsy smoke in the
shade of pine trees, their fallen needles cushioning the ground beneath us, we
were transported momentarily to the Northwoods. And then we were brought back
by violent screaming in the Point’s field house. Turns out the screaming was
just part of a children’s play put on by a Lookingglass workshop, but it’s
about the only dramatic thing we experienced today and I at least wanted to
include one
tension-building sentence. Hope you liked it.
From Promontory Point, we went further south to 57thStreet Beach. Our big question as we approached this beach was, why go here
when 63rd Street beach is just six blocks away with a parking lot (57th
St has no lot)? In some ways that question remained unanswered, but we did see something
at 57th Street that has been conspicuously absent from the other
beaches: bicycles. It looks like if you’re a Hyde Park family looking to ride
instead of drive, 57th is where you go.
The beach itself was nice. There was minimal pollution and
the beach stretched itself wide, meaning people could position themselves at
the busier, family-friendly north end, or lounge at the quieter, more solitary
south end. There wasn’t anything too special about this beach, but it did have a
nice view of the water intake station in the middle of the lake.
Next to the emergency-only bathrooms is a concession stand,
manned by a really friendly crew who explained that all Chicago Park District food
stands sell only Pepsi products. (We thought this would be a helpful tip for
you Diet Coke drinkers who look at all other liquid refreshment as if it were
arsenic.) They offered an array of concession-stand favorites; I got a hot dog
and Katie went with the nachos with ground beef and jalapeno peppers. All
cooked foods (burgers, hot dogs, the ground beef on your nachos) are grilled
freshly, and we were very pleased with our makeshift lunches. Even more
exciting than the fake nacho cheese offering: there’s an option of getting
Nachos Supreme, which includes tomatoes, onions and sour cream on top of the
yummy dish served to Katie. And if there is one thing that my family has taught
me, it’s that the only food that arguably surpasses fake cheese in greatness is
sour cream. (If you doubt my dedication to disgusting dairy products, or are
curious about where this is coming from, be sure to go here: http://kathleenhinkel.blogspot.com/2012/06/okanagan-cheese-photography-clips-from.html. It’s my sister’s blog that features an
explanation of our family’s cheese obsession, and her photo spread of a dairy
farm for British Columbia Magazine.
The way she so tenderly captures the cheese-making process shows that this is a deep-seeded love. And she’s a damn good photographer.)
As far as the whole “crossing Lake Shore Drive” debacle that
Katie and I expected…well, it wasn’t a debacle at all because the city cleverly
created underground passageways to connect the beach to its Hyde Park
community. There were no water lines in these passageways to indicate that they
flood like the ones on the North Side, meaning you’re not likely to get
stranded at 57th Street Beach during a rainstorm. Lining these
passageways were mosaics that symbolized the robust, diverse Hyde Park
neighborhood. Well played, HP.
Our biggest complaint of 57th Street Beach, other
than the fact that the beach itself is relatively plain, is that it’s very hard
to get to if you’re not from the neighborhood. Parking will always be at least
a few blocks away, and then you’re at the mercy of finding available street
parking. Or if you’re looking to get rid of all that extra money you have, you
could park at the Museum of Science and Industry and walk about a block. But even
if you do end up having to do a bit of walking, the area’s homes are grand and
historic, and the parkway between the Drive and the sidewalk is mature and
beautiful. It would hardly be the worst walk you ever took in Chicago.
So no, unfortunately, we don’t hate Hyde Park’s beaches.
They’re perfectly lovely, especially if you live in the area; if you don’t, try
to befriend somebody who does. You’ll thank us later.
Parking: Moderately difficult street parking available; we
found some on Hyde Park Blvd (5100 S)
Food and Restrooms: Emergency-only restrooms at 49th
Street; both available at 57th
Atmosphere: 49th, Zen-like and Pacific
Northwest-y; 57th, family friendly and neighborhoody
Overall Grade: 49th, 3 Corona bottles and a lotus
flower; 57th, B
I give this blog three Corona bottles and a lotus flower... great writing and great photos! And thanks for the shout!
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