Central Minnesota Joy Ride

By Molly Brewer Hoeg
At high noon on a breezy late summer day, I loaded the panniers on my bike at the trailhead in Fergus Falls. Before me were 130 miles of uninterrupted bike trail and three days of cycling on the Central Lakes State Trail, Lake Wobegon Trail and Soo Line Trail. I was looking forward to my first bike tour since before Covid-on one of the longest stretches of paved trail in Minnesota.
Lost in thought I cruised along, absorbing the peaceful environs and I almost missed the tiny sign tucked into the sumac bushes along the trail. Turns out I had just passed the Continental Divide, only four miles into my ride.
Next up was Ashby, 20 miles into my ride. As I was about to learn, big grain elevators heralded the approach to almost every town on this stretch. The one in Ashby had a particularly attractive mural painted at its bottom, depicting area attractions. A quick detour into town yielded a tranquil main street with colorful flowerboxes and refills of cold water. Just beyond, I passed Lake Christina, which is an important stop for migrating waterfowl.
As the temperature soared to an unseasonable 80 degrees and I battled a headwind, I was grateful when the terrain changed enough to give me woodlands alongside the trail to block the wind. I also took a break to explore Pioneer Village in Evansville. It was just past closing time, so I parked my bike and meandered among the carefully preserved historic buildings. It was enough to pique my interest for future exploration.
Refreshed by a hearty dinner and hotel stay, I resumed my journey eastward early the next day. In the lake town of Osakis, I couldn’t resist the call of Jacob’s Lefse Bakery, where I picked up the fresh Norwegian flatbread and perused the gift offerings.
After Osakis the Central Lakes State Trail quietly transitions to the Lake Wobegon Trail. I also left the pothole lakes behind, as farm fields took over the landscape. The very dry summer we were experiencing had the foliage turned more colorful than I expected, with brilliant reds on the sumac bushes, and yellow leaves on the trees. Corn stalks and soybean plants, the predominant farm crops, stood parched in many of the fields.
After passing through West Union, I arrived in Sauk Centre and headed to Sinclair Lewis Park to dig into the lefse I had been carrying in my bag for 22 miles. The sprawling park offered restrooms, water and nice views of Sauk Lake. I chose a picnic table near the historic bandshell painted with a mural of a conductor directing a huge wavy keyboard and brass instruments. I could just imagine an actual band playing on a pleasant summer evening to a crowd sitting on picnic blankets in the grass. Returning to the trail, I made sure to swing by Sinclair Lewis’ boyhood home.
In the heat of the afternoon Melrose’s elevators sailed by; as did Freeport’s smiling water tower. On the edge of Albany, the Wobegon Trail branches and I followed its northward route. It wasn’t long before I was into more forested countryside. The trail became much shadier with trees arching overhead forming a tunnel at times, a pleasant and pretty interlude. My pace really picked up, and checking the elevation afterwards I noticed that stretch had a definite downhill trend.







