After years of Living Between, and Enjoying both Oak Street and North Avenue Beaches in Downtown Chicago, my wife and I were interested in visiting another beach for a change. Enter Clark Street Beach. Upon Arrival, I was immediately impressed with a newly-built structure - a gleaming modernist shed complete with Office and Showering Facilities - my immediate reaction (as an architect) was: " Wow, this thing must have cost a fortune, and this beach must really be nice".....
At the Building / Entrance /Gateway we were shown a Menu of Services which included and was limited to entry: $8 for Adults, $6 for Children?
Now I was thinking that the beach had better be nice - we were about to blow our lunch money. 4 Adults, a 2, 3, and 5 year old came out to $50 dollars even.....suddenly I wasn't thinking about lunch any more - I was sick.
Situated between what appeared to be Maintenance Sheds for NW University to the north, and a ripprapp wall to the south, the beach was only about 250 feet wide, painfully rocky, and loaded with broken glass. The 'useable' area of the beach was further restricted to a zone no more than 150 feet wide, bounded with bouys and signs explaining what the bouys were. There were 4 lifeguard towers spaced about 30 feet apart - this place looked more like WWII Normandy than Evanston. 4 Lifeguards, 2 men working in the Modernist Facility, and a glass collector who had apparently taken the day off - no wonder this beach costs so much to visit / celebrate your freedom in the sun.
While in the water with my daughter, I was asked to exit the water so the over-zealous-pubescent lifeguard could check the label inside her Floatie-Vest. Yes, Inside - he demanded she take it off - it was not USCG approved, so she had to remove it and reenter the water without it. My niece's WAS approved, so she could remain protected.
Next, I put my daughter on my shoulders....another whistle...."Sir, you cannot have her on your shoulders". Another Whistle - two men were walking into the restricted area from the north. Another whistle notifying the newlywed couple to not drift beyond the bouys. This was the least-peaceful day at the beach I had ever experienced. Unrelenting Whistles, Screaming Lifeguards, Rocky Sand, Broken Glass.....After Several local Tax-Paying moms expressed their sincere apologies for their hometown's behavior - sharing their own stories of over-taxation and lack of rights in Evanston - I was committed to never return and share the experience with as many people as possible. DON'T BOTHER - Go to Chicago Beaches. read more