My husband and I continue to “discover” the Minneapolis area and decided to take a friend’s advice and head over to the Minnehaha Falls in Minnehaha Park. It’s hard to believe these falls exist in Minneapolis.
It was a cold, wet spring day — the end of March. We drove through the park a couple of times before finally stopping at a parking lot where there were 5 other cars parked. The signage for the falls is simply not there and the only sign we saw said “Minnehaha Park.” But — we eventually found it.
Stepping out of the car into the drizzling rain, we headed towards the path where we saw other people returning from “something.” I made the assumption (correctly) that that was the way to go.
The snow was melting as the rain hit the pavement and made large round drops. It was quite pretty.
Then my husband said “there it is.” I was a tad too short to see “it” but I did stop and listen and heard the sound of water crashing on rocks.
The beauty of the falls was not diminished by the dreary day. No, definitely not. Beauty held out over the gloom.
Ice formations still exist as it is too early in the spring for full melting to have occurred.
There are stairs that allow you to get a tad closer to the falls but they were closed due to the ice on them that made it a dangerous venture.
I’m glad we stopped here as it’s sometimes hard to find beauty in the cold early spring of Minnesota.
Next stop? The Museum of Russian Art and dinner (of course).