The drive takes you past a line of massive industrial lots. Two sets of train tracks. A couple of Mississippi River barge terminals. Nobody comes out here.
The manager at St. Paul’s wood recycling center — whose yard, dominated by looming hills of wood chips and pallets, you have to pass through — isn’t quite sure how to get you where you want to go. There’s not a signpost to be seen.
“I think it’s that way,” he says, pointing at a dirt road on the far side of his lot. “Some people use that road sometimes.”
You go down that road and find a dirt “parking lot” — more of a turnaround, with plenty of mud and ruts — and you’re there: at the trail head of St. Paul’s most hard-to-find park.
And ironically Pig’s Eye Regional Park is the city’s largest, with 404 acres of land, around a roughly 500-acre lake. (The contiguous Hidden Falls and Crosby Farm, taken together, are bigger).
The trail is, objectively, beautiful: Once you take a bridge over Battle Creek and pass through acres of tall prairie grass, you can see Pig’s Eye Lake, after which the park was named. A heron rookery sits on a far shore, and now the hard metal sounds of the industrial lots seem even farther.
