Introduction

After several months of pondering whether or not starting this blog was a good idea, here we are! Thank you for stopping by and I hope this proves to be a worthwhile endeavor. 

All of this (meaning my interest in the outdoors) happened in a Classic Hansen type of way. If you don't know me personally, then I should say it happened ... atypically.

I was sitting at a bar in downtown Minneapolis wondering how to spend my Sunday afternoon. This was a familiar scene. Ever since moving to Minneapolis several years prior, Sundays were always difficult. Too close to Monday. Not enough time to go somewhere. Do I just go to another restaurant, like I almost always would? Well, I could be productive and take a walk around the lake. Should I go for a bike ride?

Luckily I wasn't the only thing wondering how to spend the rest of my weekend. My then good friend Lauren was also feeling equally restless and wanting to do something a bit out of the ordinary. 

Then it just hit me : I should go hiking. I don't know why that thought crossed my mind. I swore off hiking long ago. In fact, I was quite proud of living in the concrete jungle of North Loop Minneapolis. But when you get an urge and have nothing better to do, why not? It also doesn't hurt to have a close friend who is just as willing to spontaneously drive an hour away for a random urge. So we set off for Taylors Falls, a state park located about an hour away from our urban homes.

There’s not a lot of great hiking in the area, but that didn’t matter. It was about just breaking the routine and choosing the outdoors. Getting out of the city, and perhaps a little bit lost, also allowed us to discover an amazing gem of a town: Marine-on-St. Croix. Through the car’s open windows we could hear some music, so naturally we had to stop and experience a good townie bar. It’s pretty safe to say that Brookside Tavern, with its $1 Hamms and merry seniors dancing, is truly a magical place.

The hike was largely uneventful but it sparked something in me. I couldn't explain it then. I can't explain it now. But it still means so much.

A quest to discover these gems began. I became a born again outdoorsman.