So it was Guthrie day. And I got there early, so as to take some photos of the glory that was the sun, sky, and city of Minneapolis. I took a little jaunt through the park. It is a very trippy place, in an very Lewis Carroll/"To Oz" sort of way. There is a single sidewalk winding through the park the ultimately leads to the top of the park's solitary hill. From the top of the hill, there is a fabulous view of the Mississippi River, the Guthrie, and the mill district of downtown Minneapolis. What a wonder. What a site.
One of the things that makes this park interesting is its appeal to chubby, middle-aged white men. They can often be seen, scattered on the slope of the Hill, shirtlessly sunbathing. Yet, somehow, it isn't creepy or wrong. It's just what they do at Gold Medal Park.
I think some of the trippy-ness has to do with the way they mow the grass. . . . It is both linear and circular. I have no idea how they do it.