A MILE EAST OF FARIBAULT just off Minnesota State Highway 60, the 61-acre Falls Creek County Park offers an escape into the woods. Mostly undiscovered, it’s rare to encounter others while hiking here.
Last Sunday afternoon, Randy and I headed to the park, pulling into the vastly over-sized gravel parking lot pocked with potholes. From there, we headed downhill across a grassy expanse, past the picnic shelter and toward an opening in the woods.
A wooden footbridge over Falls Creek allows entrance to narrow dirt trails. There are no maps to guide hikers, so you must rely on visual cues, obscured in October by fallen leaves. But we’ve been here before, always taking the main trail following the creek.
The creek is always my first stop. I pause on the bridge, typically to watch water rush over and around rocks. But this visit, the shallow water pooled, littered with leaves and a pair of hiking boots—perfectly good hiking boots from the looks of the shoes. I wondered how they landed there, in the water.
Mostly, the creek bed was dry, a result of this year’s drought. In areas where water remains, minnows darted. The water is at least clear, a rarity in this agricultural region.
A short distance into the woods, Randy spotted a worn path up a steep hillside. I’d never noticed this during prior visits. Before I could dissuade him, he hoofed his way up, slipping and sliding and grabbing onto trees. When Randy lost his footing, I feared he would tumble and injury himself. As much as I yearned to follow, I recognized my limitations and my desire to keep my bones in-tact.
As he disappeared along the hilltop treeline, I continued along the creek route. But soon my mind went to that niggling place of worry, about the time I reached the point where the path sidles next to the eroded creek bank. One misstep and I could plunge over the edge. Not that it’s that high. But far enough to cause injury.
I backtracked, dug in my backpack for my cellphone (hoping for service), and then called Randy. He answered. “I didn’t come here to walk alone,” I told him, also inquiring about his location. He couldn’t pinpoint that except to say that he would head back. I feel thankful that Randy, unlike me, possesses a good sense of direction.
“I don’t like being out here alone,” I added, noting that I’d observed two people on the path, too far away for me to clearly see them. Obviously those hiking shoes dumped in the creek prompted the beginning of a mystery plot in my writer’s brain.
Despite that concern, I aimed for the strangers…finding a cordial couple about my age examining mushrooms on a decayed tree. We talked mushrooms and my missing husband and they offered to help find him should need be. Their story of getting lost in these very same woods did nothing to assure me that Randy would find his way back. But he did. At a different point, where an unseen spring ran down the hillside and he did more slipping and sliding, this time in mud.
We reversed course and, together, followed the creek-side path deeper and deeper into the woods…until turning around and retracing our steps. I wished again for a trail map guide.
We veered briefly off the path to another trail leading to the creek. Again, no water. Only rocks on a dry creek bed.
Then it was back to the main route, a pause on the bridge to again wonder about those hiking boots and then a pause at the shelter to speculate about an abandoned bike, jacket and beverage bottle.
Not a soul remained at Falls Creek Park. At least no one visible to us. Only mysteries—of abandoned and tossed belongings and of unmarked trails leading deep into the woods.
© Copyright 2021 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Sounds like the start of a good mystery book. The hiking boots would be in my Hummm file! Today I found a key someone had jammed into a direction post. I failed to take a picture but did wonder how it got there. Looks like beautiful fall weather there, enjoy it before the snow flies.😊
Yes, this would definitely fit your Hummm file. The weather here is stunning. At least for two more days.
Definitely a mystery with those boots and bike. Hmmmmm.
Yes, my mind entered the pages of too many mysteries I’ve read.
I see the random shoe(s) came up again – always a hmmm moment with a twist of mystery – ha! I do not know who would just leave a bike behind either. We explored the city/urban jungle this past weekend and I think at times the dogs outnumbered the humans. We were able to do a mini escape that allowed us to be outdoors as well as social distance and still have a great time. So needed the break and change of pace/scenery. Happy Exploring – Enjoy 🙂
So thankful you experienced that mini escape into nature.
I’m glad you know your limitations and stayed safe. I was drawn to your first photo as I love silver maples. Looks like a beautiful day for a hike, enjoy these days while we still have them.
We’ve had such a beautiful autumn. I know you love winter, with autumn in second place.
Love this. Between your imagery and characterizations as well as the photos, I really felt like I was there.
Thank you. That’s exactly what I aim to do with my images and words–take the reader there. I love writing and photography and sharing both. They are my passions.