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My friend, Jenna, always told me Triple Stacks was a secret place.  She said only people who grew up in Mankato know about it.  She went there a few years ago to get stoned with her friend James and another guy.  It was the most beautiful place in Mankato she said.  But it’s a secret.  And she would never tell me where it is.  She said I could go there — with her — if I sat in the back blind folded.

Today the temperature has to be in the sixties.  It’s a gorgeous November day in Mankato, similar to the 80 degree stretch of days we had in October.  How cunning fall has been this year.

I decide today is the day I will go outside.  In the little free time I have, I generally watch a little TV or read a book and tell myself that I just don’t have enough time to go outside.  Today that will change.

“Let’s go outside,” I say to Jenna as I sit on the loveseat and pop two bronchitis pills.

“Yeah, it’s gorg, we should,” she replies, not looking up from her computer screen.  She hasn’t left the couch since I went to the doctor almost two hours ago.

“Seriously, we need to do something.  All we ever to do sit here.”

“What’s a website that has stuff to do in Kato on it?”

“I don’t know, Greater Mankato Growth events?  Those aren’t the things I’m really looking to do though.”  I carefully fill a tablespoon with the codeine syrup the doctor has prescribed me.  I am terrified.  May Cause Drowsiness.  Alcohol May Intensify This Effect.  Use Care When Operating A Car or Dangerous Machinery. May Cause Dizziness.

“I know, I’ll call Nate.  He grew up here,” Jenna says.

I don’t know who Nate is, but fine.  She knows so many people.  I stick the spoon in my mouth and hope for the best.

After countless phone calls and internet research, we are traveling down 169-South on an adventure.  Jenna insists on using her GPS, whom she calls Bridget, but as she does not know the address, I drive aimlessly while Bridget sits on Jenna’s lap and continues to re-calculate our trip.

We turn left to continue on 169, and I notice an old sign that says “Wildlife Safari.”  It is a dark brown yet metallic looking sign.  The letters have been cut out leaving jagged metal edges behind.  The dirt road it points to doesn’t seem like it would be home to the greatest safari on the planet.  We giggle at the thought of it.

Jenna is taking me to the secret place she calls Triple Stacks, only she won’t tell me that’s where we’re going.

“We’re going to Triple Stacks, aren’t we.”  I’m so positive that it doesn’t even sound like a question.

“No, no, no.  Now it’s one of these roads on the left, but I can’t remember which one.  It’s by the Mankato Cycle Club, whatever that is.”

“You can’t guess what that is?”

“Well I don’t know what the hell a cycle is.”

I’m astonished, but I shouldn’t be.  Over the years I have had to explain to Jenna the definitions of many words.

  1. Swine
  2. Marlin
  3. Splice
  4. Domestic Partnership
  5. Arsenal

Her most amazing moment, though, came when I asked her what countries are north and south of the U.S.

“Well, Canada. And… South America,” she replied.

She took a family trip to Mexico roughly six months before I asked her that.

We pass a side road with a good tree on it.  I call them good trees.  The ones I like.  This tree looks older than the landscape itself.  It is black and hunched over the gravel path it stands along as if it is reaching to dig its branches into the ground on the other side.  I think to myself, that’s the road.

We drive past.

“Ummm… I think that last road was it actually,” Jenna says.

I find a side road, one with the extra black top on the edges so that it’s really wide, and make a u-turn.  Bridget says a loud, “recalculating.”  We make it to the road with the tree, and I lean over the steering wheel, mesmerized by the rickety branches.  That tree deserves a black and white photo of itself up on a wall in some art museum.

We finally make it to the “secret” spot, and I pull the care to the edge of the road.  Jenna turns off Bridget because we have arrived at our destination.  She was so much help.

“I hear a waterfall, and there’s a river or something,” I say.  “I know we’re at Triple Stacks.”

Jenna laughs and smiles.  “Come on!”

We walk down a path and reach a ledge.  It looks like we’ll be climbing staggered sandstone rocks all the way to the bottom.  Many rocks, I think.  Now that I’m standing, I realize I’m only feeling slightly dizzy from the medication, but my eyes probably make me look high as a kite.  Medicine always does that to me.  The dizziness aside, I’m only wearing old shoes that are so worn thin they may as well be socks.  Jenna has on clogs though, so I figure she’ll probably fall before I do, but I’m still terrified.

“I’m going to die,” I say as a jump down to the next rock.

“It’s okay, I’ll lead.  You’ll be fine.”

Slipping and sliding through moss and leaves, we manage to scurry down about seven levels of rock before I finally see it.

I don’t know why it’s called Triple Stacks, but it is beautiful.  It’s like a harbor that no ship could ever fit in.  The walls are almost entirely sandstone with ledges of some rock I don’t know the name of at the top.  It is in a horseshoe shape, with side-by-side waterfalls in the well.  The water flows straight off the ledge, like one of those infinity pools.  It collects in puddles at the bottom, flowing randomly toward the river in confusion.  It looks like I could get down and stand underneath the waterfalls and only get misted with water—if I had better shoes.

So this is what outside is.

“What river do you think that is?” I ask Jenna.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the Mankato River.”

Even after all this time, I can’t help but laugh at her.

In Mankato? Hungry for a great burger?

I’ve compiled a map of the best burger joints in the Mankato, Minn. area. If you’re looking for variety, great toppings or just a good price, look no further. I’ve got you covered.

Twitter: Not the fad I thought it was going to be

When Twitter first came out I thought it was going to be a fad. I thought it was all about telling people what you had for breakfast, what you bought at the grocery store and ranting about the weird woman you saw walking down the street. That was two years ago, but last year, I finally got an account to promote the stories from the Reporter at Minnesota State University, Mankato where I was working as the news editor. I used it to get word out about the stories in my section. It wasn’t until we started a blog though, that I realized how Twitter could help my career. It was more of a humorous blog, and when I would tweet links to my posts, people began actually coming up to me in person to talk to me about my post because they saw the link on Twitter and read it. People were really reading what I was tweeting, I just hadn’t realized it!

Fast forward to today. I’m using Twitter more through my mass media class, and I’ve started using it to communicate more with classmates about assignments and other topics that come up about the community. I’ve found that it’s easier to do this with Twitter than it is with Facebook even. I would go so far as to say that I have weaned myself off Facebook by using Twitter. Facebook is so massive that anything I post can easily be lost or passed over. With Twitter though, it’s more immediate. When I look at someone’s tweet I think, “I have to reply to this now before other tweets push it to the bottom of the page and I lose it.” So when there is something that even mildly interests me, I feel the need to reply or comment on it immediately before I lose it. With Facebook, I feel like I have more time to come back and reply to it, and I usually end up forgetting about what I even wanted to comment on in the first place.

What I’ve come to like most about Twitter is how news is communicated. I can get a really brief summary of an article, and if I’m interested the link is right there for me. It’s convenient and a lot of content can be posted this way. Photos can also be posted, which sometimes makes me more interested to learn more about the subject. It’s quick, it’s easy (it’s actually so easy that understanding the easiness of it becomes the hardest part of learning it), you get only the information you choose and it’s perfect for people with short attention spans. (That’s you America.)

Mankato sees boost in auto sales

Honda dealer thrives despite damages in Japan

Auto sales numbers indicate all car dealers in Mankato are enjoying a strong rebound.

For the first time since the 2008 recession hit, Mankato dealers topped the 1,000 mark in monthly auto sales.

“Since July we’ve doubled our inventory and more than doubled our sales, and our service department has been the same,” said Kerry Lindsay, general manager of the Mankato Luther Honda dealership.

While many Honda dealers saw their inventories shrink because of the tsunami damage to plants in Japan, the Mankato location was allocated extra vehicles because it had just opened a larger store off Madison Ave.

Low-mileage inventory tight

Dealers say consumers who put off purchases the past couple of years are to the point where they need a different vehicle. A strong farm economy is also helping drive sales of pickup trucks.

The inventory of lower-mileage used vehicles continues to be tight as a result of people holding off on trading their vehicles in.

Lindsay said they’ve started a program where they take trade-ins and also buy used cars outright from the public. As a result they get about 15 or 20 used cars a month.

Area restaurants deemed tax delinquent

Businesses unable to purchase alcohol until they pay

In September four area restaurants were added to the state list of restaurants and bars that haven’t paid their taxes.

  • Charley’s and China Buffet in Mankato
  • The Boat Landing in Madison Lake
  • George’s Fine Steaks & Spirits in New Ulm

These businesses aren’t able to legally buy alcohol until they pay taxes. Distributors can also be penalized for selling to them.

Three other restaurants were added earlier this year.

  • Jerry Dutler’s Bowl in Mankato
  • Hammer’s Bar in New Ulm
  • Cedar’s Grille (formerly Richard’s Restaurant) in St. Peter

This list typically includes between 300 and 400 businesses.