Father Hennepin

Most mornings I go for a walk down to the river, but when it’s dark like it’s been, sometimes I don’t make it, so I go for a walk during lunch or after work at Father Hennepin State Park. I park at the picnic area, walk the gravel trail to the boat landing at the campground, then take the paved trail through the woods to the beach. I follow the sand to the swimming area, turn around, and head back.
Last night I took my walk at about 5 p.m., as the sun was hanging just over the trees. When I got to the beach, the orange light on the sand and the small waves lapping against the shore and the footprints and the endless horizon and the changing leaves … It was like I was in some magnificent place, not little ol’ Isle in boring ol’ Minnesota.
This morning it was still dark when I left the house at 6:30. Most of my walk was in the dark, but as I came back toward the house from the river, the sky was just starting to turn orange and green and pale blue, and Venus (or some other planet) was bright and bold in the East. This is why Diane and I chose to live in a rural area instead of the city. Sometimes when I’m visiting friends in the Cities, I think it would be nice to walk to the coffee shop or the grocery store, but mostly I feel lucky every day.


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