AFTON STATE PARK
Last weekend, my wife wanted to take a class at one of the State Parks in the Twin Cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul). It was a hands-on class on weaving with Cattails.
When I told CK that, he had a momentary brain fade and was thinking probably thinking; "How Barbaric"! I could hear the "what?" over the silent phone.
I then had to remind him that Bulrushes are called Cattails here and had nothing to do with Felines.
Cattails
The object was to make a Fedora out of the Cattail fronds.
The class was taught by this lady
My daughter wanted to go too so we set off early in the morning, picked up my daughter and headed out to beautiful Afton State Park.
We got there about 10:00 am
Afton State Park
The swimming area and beach at Afton State Park
Afton State Park is a state park of Minnesota, USA, on the St. Croix River in Washington County. Its hiking trails offer views of the river, rolling glacial moraine, and bluffland it preserves. It is a popular place for birdwatching, picnics, camping, and other typical outdoor recreational activities. To deter overuse of a state park only 20 miles (32 km) from downtown St. Paul, there is no vehicle access to the camping area or swimming beach.
The park is located approximately 5 miles (8.0 km) south of the town of Afton, Minnesota. The park surrounds the unaffiliated Afton Alps ski area on three sides. The name "Afton" was given to this area by its settlers as a reference to the Robert Burns poem "Afton Water," which is about the River Afton in Scotland
quote and image from here
While the girls attended the class at the Afton Stae park visitor center, I decided to check out the hiking trails. There was a 3.5 mile loop that I wanted to try out.
By the time everyone got settled down, it was 10:30 am
I had to be back in time to take them for lunch so I only had about an hour and a half to do this.
You start out on a tarmac path (shared with bicycles) and then it devolves into a short jaunt over Prairie grassland before you drop down to an old railroad grade that follows the river.
Then it's back up to the hill to the visitor center.
I had a small soft cooler in my back pack with an ice pack and three bottles of water.
I saw one old gentleman on the first part of the trail, briskly walking towards me and I thought of Brihaji.
Otherwise I had the trail to myself.
..... more to come.
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