Osler's Razor

This weekend, I tested out the ankle and rode my bike to Minnehaha Falls, pictured here. Minnehaha Creek runs right by my house, so it was a blast to trace its path through the city all the way to the Falls, which are close to the Mississippi River. This seems to be a great place for adventure of all types (I will describe a little of this week's intellectual adventure at St. Thomas tomorrow morning).

What's amazing is that you can do that at all. There is a bike path, though, which runs along the creek through a series of parks. It's remarkable-- you are in the middle of the city, but it feels like rural Vermont. The Twin Cities Marathon followed this same route on Sunday, and I can see why runners love that route.

At one point, the path ran directly under I-35. I stopped for a minute right under that massive freeway, the one that connects this place in one unbroken strand to Waco.

The shocking thing was how quiet it was there. You couldn't hear the traffic, just an occasional distant thump from an expansion joint. It was peaceful. After a moment just pondering that, I remembered the other time I have been under a freeway bridge-- in fact, under this same freeway, 1100 miles South.

If you have been to the Church Under the Bridge in Waco, then you, too, perhaps have found a moment of peace directly under I-35.

It is a small world, with long roads.