The Dakota Trail is such a treasure. The scenery along its path is gorgeous—even though it goes through residential areas. A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I walked the trail with another purpose.
The trail is of course, the old railroad bed. Back before it was a proper trail, we ventured over the rocks that used to cover it. Not easy walking. But when we went the other day, we had history in mind.
The trail goes past what was once the Hotel Lafayette. We strolled along its path with this idea. We imagined coming by train to the hotel. We took in the view, thinking as a tourist might have done back in the day. It was easy to envision how the lake would have captivated someone seeing it for the first time.
Typically we see these views by boat. But from land, you get a unique perspective. You see what a tourist would have seen. And we both felt so lucky and blessed to live by the lake.
We continued walking to the Arcola Bridge. Boat traffic was heavy that day. As we stood in the shade at the end of the bridge, we found ourselves captivated too like the visitors from the past and present.
The breeze coming off the lake was cool and refreshing. I couldn’t help but think that there was no other place that I would rather have been. Lake Minnetonka is home.