While I'm trying to figure out exactly how to tell you about our long, exhausting week hiking around Chicago, here's a bit about my recent VERY FUCKING COLD visit to Indianapolis. (Note: we didn't encounter any actual ice, but it was below freezing much of the time.)
After landing in Chicago and doing a quick night hike in Wicker Park, Chris and I hopped on a MegaBus the next morning and took a short trip southeast. Neither of us was at all familiar with the Indianapolis beer scene, so we figured it was worth the $5 ride to check it out.
|Chris freezing his middle finger off at the bus stop|
Despite the bus breaking down, its supremely dickish driver, some very poorly behaved teenagers, and the coldest weather since February, we still managed to have a lot of fun. We were only in Indy for about 28 hours, but we walked and drank more than enough to easily qualify for an urban beer hike (or two) -- even going as far as making a 6 mile, non-stop death march back Downtown from Broad Ripple after a solid night of drinking. That was brutal, but probably helped us to feel well enough to fuck around town a little more before leaving the next evening.