April 2008

Despite missing the FatAss run, I prioritized healing and sought a second hobby. Many ultra-endurance enthusiasts attended a FatAss run hosted by Larry Pederson. Regrettably, I had to miss my second hobby, tennis officiating. This marks the second consecutive year I have missed this event, but my knee remains sore. Fortunately, walking does not cause me any pain, so I have incorporated it into my regular weekly workout regimen.

Currently, I walk for 16-18 minutes per mile through the woods along the MN River Valley. Last week, I logged 15 miles in three days, and my knee feels stable. However, I am apprehensive about resuming running and have been advised by my physician to take another week to allow my knee to recover gradually. This is a common challenge for runners, and I understand the difficulty in adhering to such a schedule.

Through my experience, walking is a crucial component of training, complementing running. I am curious to know if other veterans share this sentiment. In retrospect, while walking was not a skill I possessed in its entirety when I first attempted it, it became a necessary component of my training regimen, particularly during nighttime runs. Walking can be equally beneficial in achieving fitness goals.

I eagerly anticipate the arrival of warm weather.

By mid-month, I was saddened by the numerous recent posts regarding the 50K, 50-mile, 100-mile, and 150-mile races. While I am grateful for the opportunity to participate in these events, I am also concerned about my current injury, which prevents me from thoroughly enjoying the experience. I am encouraged by the fact that hard work, patience, and perseverance can lead to success in these races.

Many race reports are accessible to anyone with internet access, although some may only be available to members of the e-mail user group.

People like the Energizer Bunny, I mean, Al Holtz.  He did 150 miles in 48:55:11:13! In his post, he wrote:

 "I now know by first-hand experience what 2nd night hallucinations are. It is amazing what sleep deprivation can do to your mind. I am still convinced that once daylight came on Sunday, in the section of woods preceding the first aid station (totem pole), I saw a herd of (6-7) albino deer that ran away before I could get my camera out. Andy Weinberg laughed and said he was certain there were no albino deer in the park."

Makes me laugh.

In addition, there is Julie Berg, an exceptionally inspiring individual whose blog, http://julieberg.blogspot.com/, has garnered a substantial following. Berg is renowned for her remarkable achievements, including completing the 100-mile race in Pekin, Illinois. Despite evading a drug-dealing motel the night before the race and enduring freezing temperatures (in the 30s) while sleeping in her car, Berg exhibits unwavering grit and determination that surpasses most individuals I know. She maintains a composed demeanor throughout the race, persisting despite being 1.5 hours behind the lead women at the 50-mile mark. When the lead woman faltered, Berg seized the opportunity to win the race, leading the next-place woman by over 4 hours. After the race, the arduous 8-plus-hour drive home remains a challenge. Still, Berg presents it as an achievable endeavor for anyone willing to invest time and effort in both physical exercise and dietary modifications.

Furthermore, I eagerly anticipate the post from my friend, Phil Smith, who possesses a remarkable ability to articulate both positive and negative experiences in a clear and accessible manner. Smith completed the entire 50-mile race on snowshoes and authored a book titled “Ultra Superior” detailing his first 50-mile race. Coincidentally, this was also my first 50-mile race, and we both aspire to achieve a 100-mile finish this September. While reading the book, I found myself reminiscing about the same challenges I had encountered, which brought back cherished memories. At approximately mile 43, I was fortunate enough to experience a group of backpackers singing gospel music in the woods. Their performance was stunning, and it was a rare occurrence to hear such sweet music amidst the wilderness of a 50-mile run. At longer distances, I experience a profound sense of tranquility that defies explanation.

In the face of adversity, numerous runners and many more endured the elements, including cold winds and inclement weather, and reveled in the experience. When I share my running adventures and those of my acquaintances, I often encounter skepticism and disbelief. However, my response remains consistent: the pursuit of life or death is a universal imperative, and I find a profound sense of fulfillment during my trail runs. These races are eagerly anticipated events, and I have observed that no single ultra-runner I know lacks kindness and compassion. The tranquility experienced during a 10-hour run is unparalleled, and only those who have personally experienced it can fully comprehend its transformative power.

Trail running has provided me with a profound appreciation for the beauty inherent in the world. Amidst the challenges of war, the loss of loved ones to cancer, the growing distance between myself and my girlfriend, and the pervasive negativity in society, trail runs offer a respite of peace and hope. They instill a sense of purpose and understanding of the complexities of our existence. From the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other to navigating through roots, splashing through water, and encountering various obstacles along the way, trail running presents a unique and enriching experience.

I have one final week before my doctor clears me to resume running. During this period, I will prioritize slow and mindful recovery, as the Superior Trail 100 is only 143 days away. As the adage goes, trail running is an experience that must be experienced firsthand to comprehend its allure fully.

On the 19th, I embarked on an extraordinary adventure that I had never undertaken before. While I have occasionally participated in short trail runs, today I dedicated seven hours to volunteering at the Trail Mix race in Hyland Park, Bloomington, Minnesota. While I missed the exhilaration of being on the course, I strongly encourage anyone injured and capable to reach out to the race director and volunteer for the next event. This experience offers a similar level of enjoyment and fulfillment, and I eagerly anticipate the opportunity to participate again.

In response to Lynn Gannon’s request for assistance at a Tail Mix Aid Station a few weeks prior, I decided to participate. While the prospect of cleaning the house or doing laundry may not be appealing, I was eager to contribute to the event.

On April 19, 2008, at 5:30 a.m., I awoke to the drizzle and ice crystals falling from the sky. I contemplated the prospect of enduring another cold and rainy Trail Mix. As I resolved to go car-free, I bundled up and cycled to Hyland Park.

Upon arriving at 6:30 AM, I was greeted by numerous familiar faces at Aid Station One. Lynn, whom I had not seen in several years, along with Al, John, and several others, was engaged in a trail race. After approximately 20 minutes, Lynn inquired if I could proceed to the South Station instead. I readily agreed, but I anticipated spending time with my acquaintances.

Therefore, I loaded my bike and headed to the South Aid Station, the final station on the course. As the last person to depart, I arrived to find the station set up. Initially, the atmosphere was relaxed and casual, but as runners began to arrive and require our supplies, the pace accelerated. Throughout the day, I had the opportunity to encounter the 50 K runners eight times, which was an exhilarating experience. I admired the “new king of support stations” in my mind (Dean) and met some remarkable individuals. The station was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment.

Observing the race from the leaders to the final runner passing by the station was an incredible experience. Kim initially led the women’s race, but Eve swiftly surpassed her and emerged as the overall winner. Steve Quick maintained a consistent pace throughout the event. If my memory serves me correctly, he was third in the first lap but quickly ascended to first place among the men and appeared unwavering. It was a pleasure to witness him return to our station and exchange greetings after the race.

During the race, I encountered numerous individuals I was previously unaware were also participating. As I distributed supplies, filled bottles, and engaged in friendly banter, I discovered that Karen and Les were approximately a minute apart. Upon Les’s arrival at my station, I would inform him that Karen was merely a few seconds ahead, eliciting a chuckle from him. On the final lap, their proximity became evident. I encouraged Karen to cheer as she departed from my station, and Les promptly appeared. Finally, he acknowledged my prediction.

Philip, the diminutive engine, demonstrated remarkable resilience today. A week after the Chippewa race, he exhibited a significant improvement in his performance, gaining strength with each lap. His appearance was noticeably more robust and agile. It was a pleasure to witness his progress. His improved physical condition and lighter demeanor suggest that he will be an invaluable asset at the Sawtooth 100 in September.

It was amusing to observe the diverse beverages, habits, and abilities exhibited by the participants at the station during the race. The race fuel mix, reminiscent of blood, elicited astonishment among the non-runners.

To conclude the day, I had the pleasure of participating in the two-mile trot (loop between the station I was stationed at) with Sharon Mordorski. Our run involved alternating between descending and ascending hills, and we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. Sharon’s infectious smile and unwavering positivity were evident as she entered the aid station each lap, surpassing the smiles of anyone I have encountered. Her apparent love for life and running made it a delightful experience to engage in conversation and hear captivating stories about her running adventures.

Fortunately, my knee did not cause any discomfort during the race. I have received clearance to resume running without any hindrance and am diligently building my endurance. In addition to running, I have been cycling (as previously mentioned, my objective is to increase the duration of my carless rides), and I have successfully lost four pounds.

I extend my sincere gratitude to the individuals who made my days so enjoyable. Diane Farmer, Paul Fraser, Paul McCullough, and many others greeted me as they passed by the station. Although I was unable to run, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Last week, I attended an American Planning Association Conference in Las Vegas. Contrary to the prevalent notion that Las Vegas offers abundant free Internet access, this proved to be a challenge. Consequently, I opted to update my status via email from my mobile device.

Today, I engaged in a five-mile run on the concrete surface. While the knee pain has subsided, I am experiencing an unusual sensation. Additionally, I received notification that the NCAA has awarded Gustavus Adolphus the regional championships for both men’s and women’s basketball. Consequently, I will return to Las Vegas on Thursday and depart again for the weekend.

In the meantime, I intend to incorporate three to five miles of running into my schedule whenever possible. However, my current schedule restricts my training intensity, which is advantageous as the knee does not require excessive exertion.

Carry on!

March 2008

My son will be returning home for spring break. While this is a welcome event, it is compounded by the fact that he will be staying in an apartment rather than a home. Unfortunately, I experienced a slip on ice last Monday, which resulted in significant pain and swelling in my right knee. My co-worker suspects that I may have a sprained MCL, as she has a similar injury. She advised me to rest for a few weeks, and she reported that her symptoms improved.

After a week, the pain has subsided, but it remains noticeable. For the first two days, any activity was excruciatingly painful. Today, five days later, I can cycle lightly without discomfort, although I am hesitant to push myself too hard. I have refrained from running for the past five days, and walking is only painful when I turn or change direction. I experience a slight sensation, but it is significantly diminished compared to the initial week. I intend to take another few days of rest and schedule an appointment next week if the sensation persists during walking. With some hope, I will be fully recovered in time for the snow melt and be able to celebrate the end of the ice season with a run.

As mentioned, my son will be home this weekend for spring break. He graduated from high school last year and is currently attending the Colorado School of Mines in Golden, Colorado. His presence will be greatly appreciated, as the past seven months have been emotionally challenging as an empty nester. After my divorce eight years ago, we shared the “frat house,” which was a male-only residence. We maintain a strong relationship; he would often play ping-pong at 2:00 AM when he was unable to sleep. We embarked on numerous enjoyable trips together, and he is widely regarded as an exceptional individual.

In my opinion, running a 100-mile marathon is nothing compared to the challenges of raising a child. While a runner may make mistakes over a few days and move on, a parent faces constant second thoughts. A fellow runner famously said, “Pain is temporary, regret hurts forever.” As a parent, I acknowledge that I have failed many “races” in raising my children and have regrets. However, hearing about their maturity and success at a challenging school brings a sense of accomplishment, akin to completing the elusive 100-mile marathon. This realization alleviates the lingering regret.

Empty-nest adults likely share this sentiment. For those who are not yet there, parenthood can be likened to a 100-mile marathon. Despite meticulous preparation, unexpected challenges arise. While there is abundant information on both parenting and running a 100-mile marathon, neither offers absolute certainty. My girlfriend and I have opposing parenting philosophies (if we had children, she would likely be an ex-partner). She has raised two remarkably stable girls primarily on her own. However, I cannot rule out the possibility that my parenting skills have had a negative impact on her children, and vice versa. Ultimately, we both performed well, and I have come to realize that there is no one-size-fits-all approach. I have no right to criticize or doubt others’ parenting choices. As I have learned, it is essential to discern what is best for oneself, as what works for one may not work for another.

After two weeks, my knee pain has subsided. I have been limiting my workouts to the bike and elliptical for the past nine days. I plan to continue with activities such as spending time with my son, enjoying my time, and lifting weights this week. Therefore, I will remain in the gym for the week. Initially, I was apprehensive about my knee, but I am experiencing an improvement. Although I still experience slight discomfort, I am willing to take more time off. I eagerly anticipate LSD runs in the parks; I need to get outside. I am significantly behind the trailblazers in my realm.

Julie Berg accomplished an impressive 50 miles in the cold and followed it up with an additional 14 miles the following day. Adam H., who sustained a minor injury, is diligently packing in workouts. It is gratifying to have individuals who inspire others to overcome their limitations and embark on trail runs.

I recently joined the Upper Midwest Trail Runner group. This platform offers a comprehensive repository of information, facilitating coordination and activity selection. I am enthusiastic and delighted to encounter numerous accomplished runners leading the initiative.

I look forward to the group’s success and am honored to contribute to its efforts.

In addition to this change, I look forward to cycling to work this week. The weather forecast is favorable, which fills me with excitement. My job is approximately four miles away, and my bike commute (door-to-door) takes 13-15 minutes, while my car commute (door-to-door) takes 8-12 minutes. The decision will be straightforward if the weather permits.

Today, I embarked on a run after an 18-day hiatus from cycling and the elliptical machine. I had grown weary of indoor cycling. Last week, I diligently cycled 160 miles. I had planned to run on St. Patrick’s Day, but the weather did not cooperate. Consequently, today was the day. I managed to complete 2.5 miles at an 11-minute pace. Initially, I was concerned that the twinge in my knee persisted, but after five minutes, all sensations had dissipated. I am filled with joy.

The weather forecast indicates a favorable outlook, which I eagerly anticipate. However, my primary hobby, as a USTA Tennis Official, presents challenges due to the upcoming collegiate season. Consequently, my weekend running options are limited.

I intend to establish a base training regimen of approximately 25-30 miles per week, gradually increasing by 3 miles per week. This approach is feasible, as I am determined to avoid the recurrence of knee pain. Fortunately, I have never experienced any knee issues, which I found rather unpleasant.

My son has recently returned to Colorado, and I am pleased to report that he is thriving. I am considering experiencing a sense of contentment when they can function independently, rather than solely relying on our financial support, particularly regarding tuition.

In light of the current circumstances, I am eager to engage in outdoor activities such as running, cycling to work, and sleeping with open windows. (The ceiling fan is currently turned off.) This is a private joke, but it holds a specific meaning for those familiar with it.

As of March 27th, it has been some time since my last visit to the doctor, and I must admit that I am experiencing frustration. Finally, I sought medical attention, and the doctor diagnosed me with tendonitis in my knee. He recommended taking time off from my duties.

The doctor explained that the strain on the MCL can sometimes develop into tendonitis. Consequently, I am currently out of commission, which has understandably left me feeling disheartened. At this juncture, I find myself in need of Dana’s encouragement and support. She consistently demonstrated the ability to find enjoyable activities amidst discomfort. However, this is a common experience for individuals with similar goals.

I am hopeful that I will be able to resume my activities as the weather warms up. I have been engaging in regular walking, which has provided me with a sense of progress. Additionally, I have been dedicating more time to the weight room, which has been beneficial for my upper body strength.

I am delighted to observe the progress of many of the highly accomplished individuals in their training endeavors. While I cannot help but feel a sense of envy, I am also filled with contentment. Many of them eagerly anticipate the arrival of spring, the return of dirt and grass, and the resumption of their training.

In any case, that is the current update. I plan to review the document, take additional time off by alternating between ice and heat therapy, and schedule some short runs next week. Several accomplished runners are preparing for their upcoming April runs. I had also planned some, but I am still finalizing my schedule. My goal is to kick off the season at the Superior 50K in May.

Until then, I will prioritize rest, ice, heat, and prayer.

Carry on!

February 2008

Since failing the Superior 100 at 77 miles last fall, several setbacks have hindered my progress toward achieving my goals. I often question whether these setbacks are genuine obstacles or excuses for fear of a second failure. These negative and challenging thoughts are a persistent part of my mind, preventing me from setting myself up for future failures. These are common challenges that we all encounter in life, ranging from physical ailments to human errors. Despite my lack of interest in running another mile, I have committed to participating in the race as a means of confronting my past failures and overcoming the lingering mental demons that haunt me. Therefore, I continue to run because I derive pleasure from the activity. This behavior may be considered unusual or even psychotic. Consequently, I have decided to name this race “Psycho,” reflecting my current state of mind.

The initial week of February has been equally challenging. While my weight has gradually decreased (to 246 pounds on Sunday), I have been plagued by persistent cold and flu symptoms. As previously mentioned, I contracted a cold while running on frigid New Year’s Day. Since then, I have been nursing it back to health. However, my condition appeared to worsen. Last Sunday, after a grueling 6-mile run, I felt compelled to consult a doctor. As evidenced in the accompanying photograph, he prescribed me a combination of medications for an ear infection, sinus infection, and bronchitis. Two inhalers and two sets of pills were prescribed. Astonishingly, I was able to receive these treatments only a few days before a 50K race that is widely regarded as extremely grueling. Initially, I considered abandoning the race, but I viewed this as an additional challenge that I would undertake to overcome my lingering fear of quitting Superior.

Today, I completed my final dose of antibiotic treatment and departed for Kansas City. While my head feels light, I still experience chest congestion. However, I intend to try Psycho. I will finish my course of treatment. I extend my well wishes to those embarking on the trip and to those who were unable to join us. Your determination is inspiring, and we appreciate the presence of individuals like myself who enjoy long-distance running.

One final anecdote involves my girlfriend, who was with a client last week. She mentioned that her boyfriend had registered to participate in the 50K in Kansas City and the 100-mile race in September. The client, an elderly gentleman, approached her with a gentle touch and an honest, sincere voice, inquiring about the sanity of her boyfriend. This incident underscores the unique nature of our group. While we may be eccentric, we are predominantly a happy and resilient group capable of overcoming life’s challenges with confidence and enjoyment.

The dogs I am familiar with would have encountered significant difficulties running this past weekend. At least my girlfriend’s dogs prefer to engage in mud play rather than running through it. Nevertheless, the experience was enjoyable. As I awoke on Saturday morning, the sky was clear, and the temperature was favorable for those who entered the Psycho Wyco 50K. I was concerned about the weather, not only due to the course conditions, but also because on Monday, I finally visited a doctor to address my five-week-long head and chest issues. These issues were diagnosed as an ear infection, sinus infection, and bronchitis. After five days of antibiotic treatment and two inhalers, my breathing improved, although I still questioned the strength of my lungs and the impact of my five-day absence from exercise.

We departed from the motel at 7:00 a.m. and arrived at the park around 7:30 a.m. Parking was at capacity, necessitating that we park along the access road leading into the park. Upon setting up my drop bag at the station, I experienced a moment of panic. I had inadvertently left my inhaler at the hotel. My girlfriend was participating in the 5K race, and I chose not to inform her of this oversight, as she would have likely returned to retrieve it. (This was her first trail race, and she was visibly anxious.) I anticipated encountering any difficulties and believed I would meet her at the first split, where she could retrieve the inhaler and deliver it to me at one of the aid stations.

As the race commenced, I encountered Les, Julie, and Maria. It was a pleasure to see familiar faces. However, this was the only time we interacted with them during the race. The race commenced in an expansive open area that gradually transitioned into a congested corner as we entered the trails.

Approximately a mile into the race, we had dispersed and were able to run on a predominantly single-track trail. According to Garmin, my average pace was 14 minutes per mile, and I felt comfortable. The trail surface consisted of some ice and a moderate amount of mud. Surprisingly, based on the course description, several sections were runnable.

Approximately 7 miles into the race, I began to experience shortness of breath. I was concerned, as a severe hacking cough accompanied me. I recognized the necessity of carrying my inhaler to ensure my survival throughout the day. I completed the first loop comfortably within approximately 2 hours and 45 minutes. However, I noticed the absence of my girlfriend and was uncertain about the circumstances. After 20 minutes, I decided to proceed, assuming that I would maintain a moderate pace and potentially complete the race.

The second loop presented a formidable challenge. While the initial two miles were relatively manageable, the subsequent mud encountered became a significant obstacle. The mud was not merely mud; it resembled slick, slimy clay, making it an unavoidable impediment. Uneven slopes resulted in frequent falls, and at one point, I experienced severe breathing difficulties. In response, I sat down, gathered a portion of the mud, and formed it into a pot. It resembled clay. Each time I attempted to move my foot, I fervently hoped that my shoes and foot would emerge from the mud due to the incredible suction.

It is possible that a person of my weight, approximately 245 pounds, encountered deeper mud than others, but I found lifting my feet through the mud more arduous than running. As my breathing continued to deteriorate, I decided, around 16 miles in, that I would not complete the 50 K. My attempt had become futile. The only way to manage my breathing was to reduce my exertion.

Despite the challenges, I found some enjoyment in playing in the mud. The second loop took me 3 hours and 40 minutes, and I subsequently stopped. I was awarded a medal for completing 20 miles, which, on this course, I considered a significant achievement. I did not encounter Les, Julie, or Maria for the remainder of the day, but I eagerly anticipate their reports on the course and the day’s events.

As previously mentioned, I completed two loops and discontinued my run. Each loop presented a stark contrast to the course, transitioning from a challenging trail without ice to mud, ultimately testing my trail running abilities to the limit.

Running on a trail and running on the road are fundamentally different experiences. While this may seem obvious, I had a rude awakening on Saturday. I decided to run the road to work and then the trail home after work, intending to cover 4 miles on the road and 10 miles on the trail. However, during my run to work, I became fixated on the road, as if it were littered with rocks, roots, or other obstacles. Consequently, I strolled along and proceeded directly through the intersection where there was a stop sign, while the car did not stop. This close call left me shaken and reminded me that it had been a considerable amount of time since I had last run on the road. I felt a sense of embarrassment for my oversight.

My running regimen has been progressing satisfactorily, with an average weekly mileage exceeding 30 miles, combined with strength training sessions conducted four days a week. Additionally, I incorporate stationary cycling for approximately 70 to 100 miles and utilize the elliptical trainer. While maintaining a mindful approach to my diet, I have not experienced any weight loss in the past two weeks.

Despite these efforts, I remain committed to continuing my training regimen. I am confident that incorporating regular outdoor workouts will yield positive results. The quality of my workouts differs significantly from those performed outdoors.

In previous years, I have consistently engaged in outdoor running during the winter months. However, the recent onset of cold and congestion has made outdoor activities challenging. Furthermore, I have encountered difficulties in motivating myself to venture outdoors.

Despite these obstacles, I remain committed to my training goals and stay focused on my training regimen. While I prefer running on trails, my current preference may hinder my progress.

As the end of February approaches, warmer weather is expected to arrive. While a temperature of 25 degrees Celsius may be ideal, I am prepared to endure cooler temperatures during outdoor runs. I have recently increased my outdoor running frequency, which has provided a welcome respite from the treadmill.

The distinction between treadmill and outdoor running is evident, and this experience underscores the importance of incorporating diverse training methods for long-distance races. Treadmills, tracks, Buck Hill, trails, pavement, walking, and crawling all offer unique benefits and contribute to overall fitness.

Last year, one of the most memorable aspects of the Superior 100 was the increased emphasis on arm usage. I recall using my arms to assist myself up hills or to steady myself against trees. Currently, I have a steep hill on my lunch run that is experiencing some slippage. I am determined to overcome this challenge and engage in a comprehensive body workout to prevent myself from sliding down. The sensation of this workout is palpable in my arms and legs.

Training has consistently ranged from 7 to 10 miles, and I am feeling natural again. My weight remains in the high 240s, which seems unusual given that my diet has been monitored. While it could be improved, it is not detrimental to the overall experience. Regardless, I may need to take a day off.

I have observed that after a prolonged period of working out at least once, if not twice a day, taking two consecutive days off results in a weight loss of over 5 pounds. I experience water retention and have not taken a day off from running since February 13th, which equates to 15 consecutive days of at least 3 miles daily, with at least half of the runs exceeding 6 miles. During these 15 days, I have utilized the exercise bike and elliptical machine. Additionally, I have incorporated strength training three times a week, although it lacks a structured approach.

Therefore, I will not be overly concerned about my weight at this time. It is expected to decrease after a few weeks, and we will increase our outdoor activities.

I have been reading the blogs of other ultra-endurance athletes I have encountered, and there are numerous intriguing issues discussed. I have learned that this is a highly individual matter regarding what works and what does not. I always share my thoughts, but I emphasize the importance of independently testing various approaches to ensure accuracy. However, I have gained valuable insights from individuals who openly share their experiences, which is crucial for success. Feel free to experiment with your body and monitor its reactions.

In any case, I eagerly anticipate reuniting with you all on the trails. I propose organizing a weekly group run on Wednesday evenings along the Minnesota River once the spring flooding subsides. I am particularly fond of this trail, as it features some moderate hills, but not excessively challenging ones. I avoid extremely challenging hills, which I save for Buck Hill. 

However, I have received information that the mountain may be closed to walkers and runners following last year’s issues. It had become a popular destination, and the excessive vegetation caused by walkers and runners resulted in significant erosion problems in August. Therefore, I may need to consider an alternative mountain. The one at the Anderson Nature Center in Eden Prairie may be a suitable option.

Carry on…