Brownie Lake Tunnel Art

 

Although not a major accomplishment by any stretch of the imagination, I finally made it to Brownie Lake. This chalk gentleman greets you upon your arrival. I’ve made repeated attempts to get there before, but the water level has always been too low for the connecting waterway between Cedar Lake and Brownie Lake. The tunnel is about 8-feet wide, so my paddle was too wide to use. I had to resort to pushing off the graffitied walls to make it through the 40-foot long concrete tunnel.

 

First glimpse of Brownie Lake

 

This lake is a tiny off-shoot of Cedar Lake, and is the last of the northern City Lakes for me to explore. From my glimpses through the semi-dry tunnel on previous trips, I thought this was the extent of the lake.

 

Tree stump

 

There is a bit of a muddy landing just to the right of this tree stump that people apparently use to enter and exit the lake when the water levels are too low for the tunnel. I guess I hadn’t explored the idea of portaging over the bike path to get here.

 

Brownie Lake

 

Just around the bend from the entrance, I was able to get a full view of Brownie Lake. Not massive at all, but quite a bit larger than I expected. There were a number of people fishing from canoes and the shore on this sunny afternoon.

 

Brownie Lake reeds

 

The eastern shore of Brownie Lake was lined with reeds and trees. I was surprised at how quiet and still the lake was. Cedar Lake is similarly lined with reeds, but tends to have choppier water and much more traffic.

 

Brownie Lake lily pads and trash

 

It is hard to tell from this picture, but there are about equal amounts of lily pads and floating trash along the eastern shore. I guess the lack of wind and water movement causes the trash to build up. There is a white staircase in the background that leads from the lake from the road above.

 

Brownie Lake trash

 

Here’s an attempt to get a “better” view of the trash, but it (luckily) looks better in photos than person. I wonder if there is a “clean up the lakes” day organized each year? I try to pull out the occasional junk I see, but I would probably want some gloves before jumping in on this cleanup job. Much of the plastic is severely faded by the sun, so perhaps this trash is the result of many years of build-up?

 

Brownie Lake lily pads

 

Turning more toward the northern shore, I pulled away from the lily pads. I was trying to not disturb (or suspiciously photograph) the two canoes fishing closer to the western shore.

 

Brownie Lake far side

 

At the northern tip of the lake, there was a storm drain-like exit. The lakes always look fine, but I can’t imagine the amount of chemicals, run-off, trash and pollution that fill them each year.

 

Brownie Lake entrance side

 

Now pointing back toward the southern shore, I figured I had drifted around the tiny lake enough for one day and began heading back.

 

Brownie Lake

 

As I head back south for the return to Cedar Lake, you can see the pedestrian bridge, which also houses Cedar Lake Parkway. Nearby, there are connections to the Cedar Lake Trail that is continuous with many of the trail systems around here.

 

Brownie Lake bike trail bridge

 

This is a fairly nice bridge that had a few pedestrians biking by. This town is definitely a nice place to live if you have a bike. I’m surprised that you can actually get to so many locations without having to brave road traffic.

 

Leaving Brownie Lake

 

You can see the tunnel entrance appear as you reach the southern tip of Brownie Lake. Sadly, the other end of the tunnel was not as well decorated.

 

Brownie Lake tunnel to Cedar Lake

 

I greeted the graffiti guardian once more and crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t get stuck in the tunnel. I am impressed with the artwork, but I don’t entirely know how they did that. When the water was lower, they may have stood there, but it is likely they used a canoe to put that up. Impressive.

 

Returning to Lake of the Isles dock

 

Ah, the true end to my trip. Here is Lake of the Isles, just off of the dock that I’ve used for almost every trip I’ve taken in my first year of paddling around the Twin Cities. It has been a great experience, and I feel as if I am comfortable with paddling different lakes. I am sure I’ll return to these lakes often this coming year, as the proximity and amenities of these lakes are too convenient.

 

Brownie Lake reflection

 

As I reflect on the past year, I thought of the year’s trips. This may be the last trip of the year for me, as things are about to get very busy with the pending birth of my daughter. Once she arrives, I doubt the weather or my schedule will cooperate for paddling. I certainly hope that next spring and summer work out for more diverse paddling. I have a secret desire to go paddling during the winter, but I am fairly certain I won’t follow through with that unless we get a freak, early snowstorm. Something about not-yet-frozen water surrounded by a few inches of newly fallen snow sounds like a unique trip to me. I would never had thought of that idea, except I did see another inflatable kayaker paddle in quite icy conditions.

 

What are my paddling plans for next year? I certainly want to see the Boundary Waters, a Minnesotan experience I truly was sad to miss. I definitely want to hit Lake Minnetonka, a large lake just west of the Twin Cities. I would love to go see Itasca, see the start of the Mississippi, and perhaps do a river trip down the Mississippi. Others have entertained me this year with such a trip, so maybe I’ll find a way to do (a small portion) of the Mississippi. I’m all set to do a bit of light kayak camping, so perhaps I can find a way to do that on the Mississippi trip. I still want to connect with the local River Ramblers group, so hopefully my schedule will line up with theirs more this year.

 

Most of all, I am looking forward to my coming daughter’s reaction the water, her dad paddling in a colorful “banana”, and everything else associated with her throwing my life upside down. I’ve already bought a pair of water shoes for her, although she won’t fit in them (or run around the water) for more than a year from now. Let’s see what 2010 brings!

 

The quarantine is over!  My probable H1N1-related fever had finally broken on Saturday and I desperately wanted to escape the second bedroom of our apartment.  Despite my previous post highlighting the experiences of my co-workers in the Boundary Waters, they had not yet returned from their adventure when my fever broke.

 

Although I had not quite yet fully healed, most of my symptoms were gone and I wanted to take advantage of the glorious sunshine that bathed the Twin Cities this weekend.  On Sunday, I made the short drive to my defacto standard kayaking location, Lake of the Isles and Lake Calhoun, and hopped on the water for some light paddling.

 

Lounging on Lake Calhoun

 

I paddled out to the center of Lake Calhoun and kicked my feet up for some lounging in the sun.  I was admiring the city skyline when I heard a loud speaker in the distance and the cheers of a crowd on the southern shore of Lake Calhoun.  After I turned around, I was surprised to see a gathering of anchored kayaks & canoes floating opposite of bleachers set up on the shore.

 

Surprise on the southern shore of Lake Calhoun

 

There were a number of people obviously anchored for the day just outside of some floating barriers.  A number of them had umbrellas, sun block and coolers with drinks and food.  Other than my 1L bottle of water, I had none of these things, but I had arrived late to the party.

 

Is there a fair going on?

 

What is this party?  I later found out it was the 70th-annual Minneapolis Aquatennial celebration.  This 9-day celebration has a unique competition – milk carton boat races!  How cool is that?  I paddled up to the competition just as it was finishing up (drats!), but it sounded like people make their own boats out of milk cartons and race them.  They come in serious or amusing designs, and were some of the most unique boats I’ve seen on Lake Calhoun.

 

Life guard on duty

 

There were a number of life guards and safety crew on call to help anyone that might have some trouble.  I can imagine more than one milk carton boat didn’t cross the finish line.

 

A crowd admiring a curious boat

 

A very long, skinny milk carton boat was being walked out to the starting line when I arrived.  This thing was truly massive, and I cannot imagine how many cartons were used to assemble this beast.  I couldn’t see them get into the boat, but I can imagine the boat was a bit ‘tippy’ with such a narrow beam. I also imagine this boat only raced in a straight line.

 

Quite the curious boat

 

There were quite a few people gathered on shore to watch the races.  I enjoyed my spot on the water, as I never imagined I’d spend the afternoon watching milk carton boat races while reclining in my inflatable kayak.  Come to think of it, I couldn’t really move or breathe without pain just a couple days before.

 

There were barriers keeping me from the food

 

I do enjoy fair-style food, but I think I will pack a lunch next year and enjoy the full competition from the water.  I definitely will need to pack the kayak with sunblock, an anchor, food and drinks.  

 

Climbing walls and bouncy houses

 

There were quite a few activities for families, including a climbing wall, bungee-assisted moon-walking, and a bouncy-house style inflatable playhouse.  Perhaps I can bring our (soon-to-be) daughter here one year.

 

Paddling a long milk-jug boat

 

The long, skinny milk carton boat was quite speedy.  I could count 10 people with oars, ranging from young to older.  Low drag and lots of paddlers, that seems to be a good combination.  I am fairly certain they were going faster than I could paddle my inflatable kayak.

 

Go USS Colon Cruiser, Go!

 

Each of the boats had a sponsor.  I’m pretty sure the ’sponsors’ were just a group of enthusiastic co-workers, as I can’t imagine they were financially supported.  The comically named S.S. Colon Cruiser was sponsored by a department of a local hospital.  Perhaps this means we’ll see the Finzel Crystal Cruiser next year?  Hmm….tempting, very tempting.

 

Lounging while watching the races

 

The long, skinny boat was racing the S.S. Colon Cruiser.  I’m afraid a 4-person crew paddling a double-hulled milk jug boat is not the fastest combination.  Despite their best efforts, the S.S. Colon Cruiser came in a distant second place.  Everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves though, so no hurt feelings were on the water.

 

Paddling back to the dock

 

I headed back to my familiar launching dock on Lake of the Isles.  I had escaped the self-imposed prison of my second bedroom, saw the sun, and enjoyed a truly unique sight on the waters of Lake Calhoun.  I’d say it was a good day.

 

Water levels seem to be up

 

I’m happy to say that the water level appears to be up a bit on the lakes, but still low for the year.  Luckily the water was quite still and enjoyable to admire.  I may not be floating in the Boundary Waters, but at least I am out on the water.

 

Baby ducklings!

 

As my boat sat in the sun to dry, I managed to photograph a family of ducks swimming by the dock.  They didn’t seem to appreciate my paparazzi-like chasing of them to get a good photo.  I managed to capture this shot, and figured I’d stressed them out enough.  You can see the extensive plant growth that was filling the lake in this shot. 

 

Lovely sight

 

One last photo before I packed the inflatable kayak back in the car.  Although I missed out on my Boundary Waters trip, I still made the best of a bad situation.  I’m happy to say that my flu symptoms were not terribly bad, and I seemed to have pulled through OK.  My pregnant wife seemed to escape the flu, so that was a tremendous relief.  How many more kayak trips can I squeeze in before our daughter is born?  I hope a couple more, but we’ll see!