4.1 miles
minnehaha falls and back
45 degrees
Even as I knew deep down it was possible, it’s shocking that Trump won and that after all of the terrible things he promised, so many people would vote for him. I started my practice of writing and moving not too long after Trump was elected in 2016, and now I will need to lean on it as I endure another 4 years.
As I ran, I kept trying to remember Lorine Niedecker’s geologic time: slow, long, layered. This terrible moment, a blip. Limestone, sandstone, shale, holding evidence of when Minnesota was part of the Ordovician sea millions of years ago. Glacial boulders still standing, indifferent to humans. The endless dripping and seeping and wearing down of ancient water. Not untouched (or left unharmed) by humans, but on a scale so much bigger than us or what we can comprehend.
When I started the run, there was still fog, but by the end, sun. It felt warmer than 45 degrees. I was overdressed in running tights, shorts, gloves, and my sweatshirt. It felt good to move and to almost forget everything for 40 minutes. When I passed by walkers, I listened for words about the election, but I didn’t hear any. I wondered how other people are feeling today.
The creek was a deep grayish blue and moving fast. The falls were foamy white. I heard a woman calling out a license plate number to a man at the parking kiosk. Tried to use the port-a-potty, but it was out of toilet paper. Noticed that the green gate at the top of the stone steps leading down to the falls was still open.
No geese or turkeys or roller skiers. One fat tire e-bike zooming by. Several dogs. Wet, slippery leaves.