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the story of the stone arch bridge

After Thursday night's Twins game, Dan, Jamie and I tried to make the most of our time in Minneapolis and St. Paul. One of the things suggested on the internet was a 3am drunken trip across the Stone Arch Bridge. After a drink at Grumpy's (where the doorman was very friendly and helpful) and a stop for cash at a gas station, we headed toward the bridge around 11:30pm.

As we weren't exactly sure where we were going, we realized that maybe the ATM visit before a trip into a dark, underpopulated section of town wasn't the best idea in the world. At one point the sidewalk split with one part following the road and the other section going down into the trees with no apparent exit. We tried the downhill trek first. After a few more jokes about getting mugged, and with me brandishing my tiny pocketknife, we turned around and folllowed the sidewalk next to the road. That took us directly past a few old mills and right to the entrance of the bridge. And then more walking. Oh, and I was saying "hello" to everyone we passed. I think that bothered Jamie and Dan, but I was trying to figure out how to be Midwestern and whatnot. After crossing the bridge we took a right and eventually crossed through Dinkytown. One guy we passed even said hello to us first. I felt vindicated. This late night walk eventually served as a warm-up for the bicycle ride we'd take the following afternoon.

(Please note that all my entries about the baseball trip may contain half-truths. I often try to capture the spirit of things and fail on getting the details correct. Sometimes I miss the spirit of the event as well. In this case I didn't tell you that Jamie suggested we buy a few beers for the walk across the bridge. I declined. About halfway across the bridge I realized the error of my ways. I almost left that out of the story in order to make myself look better. If there are more stories from the trip, you can be certain I'm leaving things out but only doing so to make myself look better or because I have a terrible memory.)