Imagine rummaging through a treasure chest, looking for the bobble that is worth the most. Your…read morehands touch different forms of riches like bricks and Spanish Pirate coins of gold, and also strands of pearls, mounds of rubies and sapphires. You stop searching when both your hands cradle a diamond so large it could not fit into a happy meal box. Thinking you hold the key to your future, personal island, you ignore the green jewel slightly visible amongst doubloons, all the while not knowing that the green jewel was an emerald that dated back to one of the first QI dynasty's and thus worth 100 times more than the diamond you bolted with. That is basically what Ken Malloy Harbor Regional Park is, a sprawling, green oasis that only shows its green edges just a bit so it kind remains a dormant emerald of lush price.
I have been to this park many times, and thus I know that if one walks a bit into the park innards, one will cross a big lake. Not great lake big, not Chicago river big, but it is for sure not the type of lake that can be described as small, or medium, or dirty with trash. It is a clear blue lake that can be witnessed while sitting down to call calm from the ripples unto you, or you can fish there, if that is your pleasure, or you can just walk past it and admire the blue beauty. When you are walking make sure to keep your eyes on the ground on occasion, because bird remains can be squished. The remains on the ground are logs. I know this might sound elementary but on this day I connected that bird remains dropped from above go splat. I always assumed that bird remains were a splat from inception. But after this visit I realized that bird remains that are delivered close to the ground remain logs but delivered far from above are splats. If you are into ducks and geese, you will see these walking about, not frolicking, there was none of that just peaceful strolls. I clipped a video of a single goose or duck taking a waddle, and eating grass while its neck was crooked. Of particular wonder, was the bird chirps and tweets, audible- somewhat- in the video. These bird sounds were more present when I was there, of course, so they should be appreciated, not by listening to a video, but by listening to them while you take your own video of them.
I think the greatest asset of this park is how big it is iin the inside- not Grand central park big, not football field big- but big enough for it to have different trails that lead to different areas of the park. Like this one time, I went to the park and I found an area that had like broken ground and in the center there was a tire. I felt like that was a perfect place to sit and meditate. In the center of cracked ground, atop a tire. But here is the thing, I have tried to find it, and have failed. I have found it other times, it is not like a shifting dimensional place, it is just not easily found cause of the size of the park and its different forks.
As I walked the park, I thought of forks in the road and how they might impact the life trajectory of a human being. I pondered on how sometimes we take the left instead of the right path and how this means our life changed completely because of that decision. Taking a path and not the other is for sure a huge decision, not like leaving lettuce out of your subway turkey, but more like not getting lettuce on your Turkey Cobb. After a decision is made, after a fork path is chosen, and the other fork path is left behind, how can a person continue in peace with the choice they made and not really wonder what life would be if the other path was chosen? I do not know the answer to this big question but I guess it comes from fully understanding what will both paths demand of us as we walk through them, and what they will offer once we complete them not only in tangible and concrete ways but also in how they will help us fulfill our heart and hope's purpose. Like, after a path is crossed can we ever really know that where we arrived was always meant to be? I guess not. But I do not want to settle and just say that this is the reason why the journey is more important than the destination because the destination is never the afterthought. Thus in some cases the path belongs to the destination and the choice of which path to take belongs to the person. So before starting a path a person should, when ever possible, think, not only about the journey, not only about the destination, but also about how the path will make them feel from start, to middle and finish, and let those thoughts also define the choice of which path to take when we humans face a fork in the road. Yeah, this park will also have you collecting your thoughts, and I wonder what you will do with them.
If reflection by a pond, is not your thing this park also much more. It offers the opportunity for steps that can be completed while walking or running. If you have kids and are looking for a free way to entertain them they also have a play area and grass.