It’s a Calling. It’s a Dream. It’s a Park!

WoodWind Park

Hubby and I are pretty quiet people with loud, preposterous dreams.

Since 2001 we have actively sought purpose. Much of that time has been spent throwing out ridiculous ideas over coffee or while laying awake in bed. Sometimes we would stop in the middle of the trail we had been walking because an awesome idea had arrived.

“Let’s build a free sports center.”

“Let’s renovate an old movie theatre and turn it into a music venue.”

“Let’s buy that old creamery and use one part for a bar and grill and the other part for a formal dining room.”

“Let’s sell t-shirts with a character doing fun active things. Let’s call him Pudgie.”

“Let’s make fried ice cream in every flavor imaginable.”

“Let’s find a way to bring people together for events and ideas.”

My journals have recorded this messy pursuit. I wrote down whisperings and nudgings that got louder and louder for us over the past ten years. What I realize is that every curiosity, every misstep, every miscalculation was a flat-out answer to prayers.

What felt like simply fun and interesting conversations was a calling neither of us realized we were contemplating answering. I kid you not, these “visions” were so strong for me that I literally wrote an entire draft of a novel about this magical place that houses eternity and some of the elements of what I wrote about three years ago are actually starting to be real-life things.

Hubby and I realize we were meant to buy an abandoned ski hill and turn it into something amazing. To foster a place where activity can be offered for practically nothing, where music can be enjoyed in big and small ways, where informal and formal dining can co-exist, where apparel highlighting the antics of our cartoon Pudgie is actually possible, where fried ice cream has a place to be created and where events and ideas will be endless.

For this imagined thing to come to life, we will be selling our house, downsizing to our cabin on the lake that is less than twenty minutes from our new project, changing the nature of the jobs we have and working like crazy for the next couple years to get the doors open and the outside welcoming.

The progress and setbacks are being chronicled on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and we are grateful for the support and prayers we are receiving from all corners of the world.

Copyright Meagan Frank 2019



Where’d You Grow Wednesday?

February 8, 2012

I’ve grown angry there is NO SNOW!!!


It’s true.

I have spent the last few days cursing the brown lawns in Minnesota. I shoot evil glances at the pathetic piles that claim to be snow, and then kick big blocks of ice in frustration. (not an activity I would recommend)

I know…I know….I should be glad there has only been one day with below-zero temperatures.

(small pom-pom wave…yay)

I lie and tell people I’m thrilled I didn’t have to shovel the driveway one time after my husband had ACL reconstruction December 7th.  NOT ONE TIME!!


The deal was sealed for me when I got all adventurous last week and I took my friend (a new transplant from Raleigh) to the St. Paul Winter Carnival.  I had hoped to show her some cool ice and snow sculptures, while we froze our butts off (like true Minnesotans!)

It was in the mid-thirties and this is what we saw:

A melting polar bear with piles of snow penguins

Thinning ice blocks (these plexi-glass photos were barely staying in)

To make the scene even more pathetic, the lone lunchtime musician  had one fan (his mom)…and we quickly walked by in embarassment. The trees, that are donated each year to add some color to the normally white landscape, were leaning haphazardly against the fences because there was no snow to put them in.

I didn’t want my St. Paul Winter Carnival experience to be like that!

Winter is almost done, and we haven’t even really had winter. That stinks!

It stinks because part of why we love calling Minnesota home is because we can claim we endure great hardship. It is a badge of honor to say that we managed to walk from building to car in below 50 degrees. Now, how the heck am I going to seek consolation from those people I convince to feel sorry for me, if it is consistently 35?

I haven’t gone cross-country skiing yet (and they have lights on the trails this year!) The kids have been on the outdoor rinks only a couple times (and the warming house has new heaters!) I don’t want the outdoor rinks to close… IN FEBRUARY…but how can anyone justify trying to get them going again when March is just around the corner?

Then to add insult to injury. COLORADO GOT DUMPED ON!!

All my little Colorado friends couldn’t post quite enough about the big snowstorm coming…the lines of people in the grocery store stocking up for the snowpocolypse…the crazy ways cars were stuck and spinning and then just staying home because everything was cancelled and no one could get out.


I am using this blogspace as therapy for me this week. I am going to do an exercise right now to help me to move to a better place…and out of this tense frustration. Thanks for humoring me 🙂

I am going to post a couple beautiful pictures of the snow in Colorado. Courtesy of my friend, Kathy Newcomb.

I will attempt to write through this ugliness with a poem:

Camp Elim in Woodland Park, Colorado

Winter is beautiful…

or so I’ve heard.

Snow lays like blankets…

now that’s absurd.

The white echoes silence.

I sortof recollect.

Potential for happiness,

Not if I disconnect



Okay, so it didn’t totally work. If there is anything that saves my sanity right now, it is the fact that I can see what winter looks like through the lenses of my friends.

Hopefully next week I’ll grow more than thorns!!

Happy Growing, everyone!

Where’d You Grow Wednesday posts each week, and if you do something, write something, take a picture of something that grows you in some way, I’d love to hear about it.  Send your links, pictures and stories to

Copyright 2012 Choosing to Grow                                     Meagan Frank