On Top of the World
I spent most of my time at BlogHer fighting off a cold. I have been getting sick with astonishing regularity during each of my trips this past year, and I was silly enough to not bring any NyQuil with me to stave off the headache and congestion that plagued me all weekend. Sunday morning brought the end of the official conference, the beginning of the unconference and the height of my sneezing and sniffling.
Being that as it may, it was still my first time in Chicago since I was nine years old. I first traveled to the Windy City with my mother just a month shy of my tenth birthday, so this marked a reunion with the city after a twelve-year absence. My mother and I had done the bulk of the touristy business: we went to the Art Institute, visited the Hitchcock Building and shopped at FAO Schwartz for the first time.
It also marked my first childhood interaction with fireflies.
One thing my mother and I weren’t able to do is visit the Sears Tower.
Although I was traveling alone and kind of miserable from not breathing properly, I was determined to hit the highest point in the United States: the Skydeck of the Sears Tower. I trekked down Ohio Street to Michigan Avenue where I picked up bus 151. Driving south on Michigan Avenue, we passed the new Millennium Park – which I unfortunately didn’t have time to visit – and the Art Institute of Chicago. The lion brought back memories of a photo op with my mother.
Just a few blocks down from the Art Institute was the Sears Tower.
It was just after one o’clock and the line was not yet very long. I waited with about a dozen other people and then we scurried onto the elevator to take us down to the lower level. After buying the ticket and watching a seven-minute History Channel produced video on the history of the tower, it took us only sixty second to go up, up, up to the Skydeck.
From up there, you could see everything. On a clear day, you can see all of Illionois, and to Michigan, Indiana and Wisconsin. Sunday was not the clearest day, but I’m fairly certain you could see most of Illinois.
A nice Latino man took this picture of me in front of the North window. You can see the Hancock building over my left shoulder (that would be to your right).
The view of Navy Pier, where our conference was held.
There are a lot more photos of Chicago on my Flickr page and on my Facebook profile. After my little trip to the top of the world, I headed back to Chicago City Center to catch a ride with another lady to O’Hare airport, which I then spent the next two hours waiting for my flight (thirty minutes of that sitting in the plane on the tarmac… oh what fun that was!).
Since my iPod was dead and I was silly enough not to buy a book, I entertained myself for the better part of the flight by taking pictures. The photo in my header is one such photo.
I will leave you with another little gem as I bid you good-night.