It’s funny how you can live near a place half your life and still find things you never knew were there. Thanks to my running buddy and Pinterest, this happened on my most recent trip to Chicago.
When I asked Cori what she wanted to do on our brief trip to Chicago, she did what all women do now, started a Pinterest Board and shared it with me. The top of her list was Oz Park located in the North Side neighborhood of Lincoln Park. I had never heard of it before, but as one can imagine from its name, it is filled with statues honoring Frank L. Baum, the author of the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, who resided only a few miles away.
On Saturday morning after a trip to Doughnut Vault, we were ready to catch the Brown Line which would act as our very own yellow brick road to the park. So as we walked to the train station, with stomachs full of dougnutty goodness, we were surprised to see the station closed for repairs. After consulting Google Maps for the next closest train station, our yellow brick road became a yellow cab instead.
Our cab dropped us at the corner of Larabee and Lincoln and we were quickly greeted with the Tin Man, his blank eyes and serious countenance contradicting the welcome sign situated below his feet.
Oz Park was busy this Saturday morning with baseball practice, runners, and children visiting the aptly named “Dorothy’s Playground.” We strolled through the garden-lined paths on a Wizard of Oz scavenger hunt. Park designers could really have played up the Wizard of Oz theme here by adding a yellow brick road on the meandering sidewalks. Instead, we were forced to imagine them as we came upon the Scarecrow, Dorothy, and Toto. Pausing for a few pictures of each, we continued our search for the Cowardly Lion who was the sculpture we struggled to find.