Recent heavy rains in Minneapolis found us walking along lower Minnehaha Creek to Minnehaha Falls to see the raging torrent. Minneahaha Falls Park was packed on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, as it has been for decades. Normally the falls are a trickle in mid-summer, and not nearly this dramatic. In a 1967 visit from President Lyndon Johnson during a severe drought, city officials ordered local fire hydrants opened up fully to create a more scenic waterfall via the storm drains that lead to the creek. Certainly it was nothing like this.
But the falls weren't the only attraction. The park happened to be hosting Swedish Heritage Day. Tabitha's maiden name is Nord, so she felt right at home in the Svergie blue and gold. We ate Swedish meatballs and lingenberries; normally we'd have to trek to Ikea for such a delight. And we heard an acoustic rendition of the Abba tune "Fernando", sung in Swedish. Who would have thought I'd be getting so cultured when I woke up that day?
We covered about 3 miles round-trip from our house to the mouth of the creek below the falls, where it joins the mighty Mississippi River to being the long journey to the oil-stricken Gulf of Mexico. Amazingly, only 3 blocks of our entire walk is on normal residential streets. The remaining miles are all along designated trails and paths as part of the Minneapolis Parks and Recreation system. The pleasant walking, the great scenery and the accidental Swedish encounter reminded us of why we bought a home in this neighborhood.
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Originally posted on www.gopherfiles.com on June 29
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