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Thanks, GT. Wow, 50 to 60 miles a week is a lot of walking! So far I’ve been keeping these trail walks pretty short, but I may do a few longer ones as I get more “warmed up.” When Eleanor and I did this trail a few years back, we ended up accidentally doing one 10+ mile walk at the far end of the trail; when we got to where the trail was supposed to end, it just kept going!
It really depends. On the eastern-end of the trail, where I’ve been walking so far, it’s not too tough to find parking. I don’t know that there are any parking spots specifically meant for the trail, there are plenty of business parking lots, municipal lots and residential streets where you can park right alongside the trail. Today I parked outside of a post office/town hall, and didn’t realize until I got back to the truck that I wasn’t supposed to be parked there, but no one seemed to have noticed.
The further west the trail goes, the more rural it becomes, and there are fewer parking options. I remember having to get a bit creative last time we did this, especially if you’re trying to cover a certain section of the trail.
My wife walks around our neighborhood pretty regularly, but it’s not my favorite. A lot of the smaller streets lack sidewalks, and there are a lot of hills. (We’re also at about the highest point on the island, which means no matter where you walk around the neighborhood, the last little bit to get home is going to be a trudge uphill.)
I definitely prefer a shady walk on a sunny day!
I checked off miles 4 through 6 on the trail today, most of which goes through the village of Minnetonka Beach, a small (and
expensive) community located on a narrow strip of land that separates two parts of Lake Minnetonka.
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It was sunny and warmer than it has been lately, so I was appreciative that most of the trail here was shady. There was also a pretty decent breeze, which was pleasant.
Lots of very nice,
very pricey homes along this part of the trail, many of which are right on the lake. I stopped to take a picture of this one, which was probably the most extreme example I saw.
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My Lambsfoot for the day was my Cosimo Lunar Lamb, which I still had in my pocket from the weekend.