Suzanne P.
Yelp
I feel like I need to preface this by saying that I don't do lakes.
That may sound really pretentious/crazy/bourgie/bitchy/whatever, but it's a fact. I have an irrational fear of fish, so the thought of swimming in murky, seaweed-y water where fish (and minnows! ACK!) can touch my body sounds absolutely awful.
However, growing up in Minneapolis, Lake Harriet will always hold a veryveryveryvery prized place in my heart. My favorite part about this lake is all of the just down-right weird shit that is associated with it in my mind.
* The Gnome House!!! If I ever have children, I will take them to see this infamous tree so they can leave notes for the gnome just like I did when I was younger. The gnome, Mr. Little Guy, would read what was left for him and respond back, signing every letter with "I believe in you." The seriously sappy side of me thinks that this is the greatest thing ever. The cynical side has me thinking, "I couldn't even make this shit up if I tried."
* The trolley car - My grandparents always told me about taking the streetcar when they were younger and it always seemed so olden-timey and old fashioned. Probably because it is. You can experience yourself a little bit of history by taking the trolley from Lake Harriet to Lake Calhoun and back. Pro tip: impress your date by taking them here in the summer.
* When I was in high school, they announced that a huge gigantic fish was found on the shores of Lake Harriet. In looking that up now, I learned that it was actually 105 pounds of pure terror-inducing sturgeon. ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE POUNDS. That is just...wrong. Oh, and sturgeon aren't even supposed to be in Lake Harriet. W T F?! Oh, AND it was 6' long. No no no... I'm shivering in horror.
* So if that wasn't bad enough, there also was a dinosaur found in the lake! But it was a sculpture, so it's all good. The dinosaur, called Minne (cute!), was inspired by the Loch Ness monster. The first time I saw it, it creeped me out and I wished they would have made it purple or something...
Still though, I love this lake. I will never step foot (or even dip my toes) in the water, but it's my absolute favorite. From all the miles I've logged from riding my bike around the lake as a kid, to kissing boys while listening to B.I.G. driving around in high school, to watching a performance as an adult in the bandshell, Lake Harriet is a very special place to me.