Late Sunday morning we headed south once more, dog and all, to walk on paths under clear skies and through warm air. March has provided some good weekends so far.

But first we had lunch in the car at a small park in Bourbonnais, Illinois, bought from the drive-thru of a delightful place called Niro’s Gyros, across the road from Olivet Nazarene University. We would have eaten at the park shelter, but it was warm enough for al fresco to be pleasant only out in sun, not in the shade.

Nero’s Gyros would be funnier, but I guess the owner’s name is Niro or something like it. I ate a gyro, and Niro does right by them. Yuriko had a Philly cheesesteak and Ann some Italian sausage, and were well satisfied too.

Then we went to Kankakee River State Park, a few miles away. I first went there in the late ’80s, but we visited most recently — not that recent, really — when Ann was small enough to play on the swing set like this.
So it’s been a while. Most of the 4,000-acre park includes both banks of the Kankakee for 11 miles or so, but not quite all of it. Yesterday we picked a part of the park that doesn’t follow the Kankakee River, but rather a tributary called Rock Creek.

That part of the park has one thing to recommend it: a trail that follows the creek, then loops around through the forest back to the parking lot. One source puts it at two miles, but it didn’t feel that long. It might be two combined with another loop trail to the north, but never mind. We had a good walk.

When I said the trail follows Rock Creek, what I meant was that it follows a bluff about 30 feet above the creek. There were paths to climb down to the creek, but we didn’t bother with anything more than taking in some of the views.

It’s one of the wider trails I’ve been on lately, at least the part paralleling the creek.

At one point is a view of a waterfall.

Niagara it ain’t, or even some of the wonderful falls in the UP, but as I told Ann, who knows, in 50,000 years it might be a mighty waterfall.

The trail, as mentioned, looped away from the creek and passed through wooded territory back to the start. Nice and smooth, with most of the mud dry. Very pleasant.

The only curiosities along the way were manmade. Sunglasses.

A shoe.

I can see some one dropping the sunglasses, and someone else putting them on the sign. But the shoe? A nice-looking one, too. Put there just to make passersby wonder why it was put there? If so, it succeeded momentarily.