I love Minneapolis.
But the pull of a creative community collaboration that the Powderhorn Art Sled Rally presented was irresistible, especially after I viewed this video from last year’s event:
We’d gotten a break from the bitter cold air temperatures, so standing around watching people and art slide down a hill sounded more appealing than it would in subzero weather. Humorously, it’s just this kind of warm spell that turned the sledding hill at Powderhorn into more of a double-wide luge: I’ve never seen such a glossy sledding hill. Almost every approach to the area looked deadly, especially as I took a pretty hard fall on my own driveway ice about two weeks ago. In situations like this, these words of advice are sound: Walk like a penguin. Momentum is not your friend.
Those words don’t help as much when most of the spectator area is on a hill – in fact not a whole lot of the park is actually flat. My shoes needed spikes! I’m glad I thought to wear my newest hiking shoes, which have relatively sticky black rubber soles, though I should have added my YakTrax.
Thankfully, I stayed upright for the duration. I stuck around for nearly an hour, watching about half the sleds make their attempts down the hill. Once my fingers and nose got a little too chilled, I hiked up to the top to check out some of the sleds still lined up to go. This was truly an event for a camera: the sleds were awesome, but the costumes, crowds and knitted hat variety were what made it really fun, worth the trip, and also, extra fun to view the photos later. I figured I’d had a bad viewpoint for photos and would need to crop out a few things, but nearly every pic had all sorts of fun surprises – like the dude in the yellow pants, above. Grabbing his own butt.
I then remembered that I’d hoped to get a good walk in for exercise, but my fingers needed a little warmup, first. After some bonding time with my car’s heating vents, I found my friend Rebecca and we walked over to Midtown Global Market for some warm beverages and treats. Salty Tart provided! A Surly Furious fudge-topped cupcake, great coffee and some catching up with a friend wrapped up a great afternoon.
What’s your favorite home-grown community celebration? Does if often seem like your neighboring ‘hood has a better one?