2024 Owatonna Bold & Cold Festival

n winter's grasp, bold and cold we stand,
A medallion hunt, a quest so grand.
The search is on, across public domain.
No private land, our rules remain.

Ready, set, go! On frosty trails we tread.
Through icy paths where secrets spread.
No digging deep, just clues to unfold,
The medallion's tale in verses untold.

In public realms, our quest takes flight,
Chasing clues until Saturday's night.
On streets and parks, our footsteps roam.
The medallion's mystery our heart's own tome

In Owatonna's embrace, a tale unfolds,
Where winter winds and medallion molds.
Within the city's heart, a clue discreet,
To guide your steps, where stories meet.

Through frost-kissed parks and streets, explore
In pursuit of treasure, forevermore.
The medallion's dance, a crafty play.
In Owatonna's grasp, it finds its way.

Amongst the whispers of the ancient trees,
Held in the arms of a northern breeze.
Solve the riddles, let intuition guide,
For in these pages, the answer shall bide.

Amidst Owatonna's streets, a quest untold,
Where winter's grasp and medallion's hold.
Beneath the sky where the future hums,
A hint concealed, where the treasure comes.

In frosty air, where steel and progress rise,
The medallion hides, a clever guise.
Near the evolving dance, a secret's spun,
A clue to find beneath the winter's sun.

So wander wisely near the changing scene,
Where beams and cranes share spaces keen.
With every step, let this be your guide,
For near the project, the treasure may reside.

Beneath Owatonna's veil, the mystery shall wait,
Where winter's whispers and tells you your fate.
By waterside, the tales echo near,
A subtle hint, the medallion's whereabouts unclear.

In the serene embrace where ripples play,
The medallion rests, obscured from the day.
Within the realm where liquid secrets glide,
A clue awaits by the water's side.

So tread with care along the glassy edge,
Where nature's touch and clues pledge.
Let intuition guide, a subtle tide,
For near the watery realm, the prize may hide.

Amongst Owatonna's paws, a tale to trace,
Where winter's howls and medallion grace.
In the canine haven where tails wag and bark.
A clue concealed where best friends embark.

Beneath the fur of frost-kissed tales,
The medallion rests, where joy prevails.
Within the bounds where pups embrace,
A subtle hint to end this chase.

So go quickly to the enclosed domain,
Where paw prints dance in a winter refrain.
This is the end, we did it, we're done.
Go fetch the prize, and have some fun.