Oak Street serves as a dividing line, separating one micro climate from another. Headed south on Lake Shore Drive, I could see nothing. Not the famed Drake Hotel or the John Hancock Center. Two blocks south, on Michigan Avenue, it was moist, but the fog had largely dissipated. This is not the first time I have witnessed this phenomenon.
I was interested in the fog, so I headed north, took the underpass to North Avenue Beach, and then headed south. From that vantage point, Chicago was socked in. A great day for two friends to take a walk, discussing whatever was on their minds.
Looking South From Wacker Into the Fog