The Luce Line
Posted in Boots are Made for Walkin on November 5th, 2008 by Erin DietrichThis past weekend Jenny and I finished our longest trail to date, the Luce Line. The Luce Line stretches 63 miles, 101 km, from Plymouth to Cosmos, Minnesota. The scenery was endless corn fields with small breaks of forest. Jenny and I spotted dozens of migratory birds - from a gang of Cedar Waxwings to a sole trumpeter swan. We got up close to an injured great horned owl and heard a bird drumming nearby on a fallen log. The trees were ablaze with autumn colors.
The city of Cosmos was a definite highlight of the trail. Really, who names a town Cosmos? Upon entering the town, it is difficult not to first notice the city water tower - an old silver structure on main street with a rocket positioned at the pinnacle, looking like it could launch at any minute. Jenny was more enthralled with the half a dozen satellites elbowing for room on the top. Was it a secret FBI hideout? A spy camp? Or as I suggested just a way to get better cable reception? (I think she might just read too many spy thrillers.) Wild speculations aside, most striking about Cosmos was that all of the streets are named after constellations and planets. I couldn’t help wonder what happened to Pluto Ave when it’s status as a planet got stripped from the little guy. Did the mayor call an emergency town meeting for it’s 582 residents? Were the inhabitants on Pluto Street shunned from local gatherings? Did the farmers come to their doors with pitchforks ablaze in the middle of the night? The facade of a sleepy farm town couldn’t fool Jenny and I.
The disappearance of Pluto wasn’t the only thing troubling me. It was the hunters. Have you ever been aware of something, but not really known it? Well, Jenny and I both were aware it was hunting season and that we were going to be walking in the wilderness we just didn’t know it was hunting season and we were going to be walking in the wilderness. I was smartly dressed in all black. Super, I thought, I look more appropriate for a New York coffee shop than a morning outside communing with hunters. However, unbeknownst to Jenny when she got dressed that morning, her rather questionable sense of style saved the day. Nope, her attire was not an orange hunting vest, but rather very bright pink pants. Deer are not hot pink…hunters know that.
Even though it has been a year since Jenny and I walked a state trail, some things haven’t changed. Such as our deep conversations -
Jenny: “Look, a small cemetery.”
Erin: “Next to a small town.”
Jenny: “A small town cemetery.”
Upon which I felt a stroke of brilliance, quickly followed up with a wave of embarrassment when I realized the obvious. Jenny was delighted with the silly word play and amused to find I hadn’t caught on to her game.
So, with that the Luce Line was the final (and only) state trail of 2008. As the temperature quickly descends, we have hung up our walking shoes until next year. We are eagerly awaiting the spring, and finishing our remaining trails.





