Day 136: Stop. Focus. Click... On Sandy, Wet, and Adorable

I felt a homey connection with Evanston, Illinois, as I drove up to the fringe of the college town I recently visited for a University of Michigan / Northwestern football game. Even though it's on the water - and I have a strong aversion to sand and beaches - I loved the town more and more the more I saw of it.

I scored an awesome old copy of A Tale of Two Cities at a used bookstore, ate at an old-timey burger place, walked down tree-lined streets, and actually put my feet in the sand so I could play with more than a dozen dogs on this dog beach. 

None of them were walking or trotting around. They were tearing around like they had been cooped up in cages for weeks. I sat and watched them for more than an hour because I was so content seeing their sheer joy in the simple act of kicking up the sand and then plunging in the water after toys.