2026 Owatonna Bold & Cold Festival Medallion Hunt

To brave the chill and seek the prize,
Five clues will guide the watchful eyes.
Each step is bold, each hint is fair,
No digging needed, look with care.

Stay where all are welcome still,
Public paths and places only, that’s the will.
No private land, no yards or doors,
The medallion rests where law allows, no more.

Above the ground is where you’ll find,
A clever search for a curious mind.
Solve all five clues, be swift, be wise,
$500 Chamber Bucks await your prize.

Where winter stills what once would roam,
And silver paths are turned to stone.
A memory sleeps beneath the frost,
Of motion paused, but not yet lost.

The cold has hushed a traveler’s trail,
That warmer days would set to sail.
No echoes now of steps or sound,
Yet gentle curves still shape the ground.

Above the ground your search must stay,
Let patience guide you on your way.
What moved with time now waits in place,
A quiet mark the cold can trace.

Where moments gather, then disperse,
Their stories pressed into the earth.
A canvas wide, where seasons meet,
Once dressed in sound, now hushed and meek.

Some came when colors filled the air,
Others when blankets marked a square.
From planned applause to quiet cheer,
Many have met and lingered here.

No single owner claims this space,
Just shared horizons, time, and place.
Above the ground, your search stays true,
Where open ground once bloomed with view.

Where small feet race and circles form,
Though winter keeps the laughter warm.
Loops are drawn for steady pace,
While others climb and test their grace.

Two kinds of journeys cross this ground,
One marked by motion, one by sound.
Some trace a path with measured stride,
Some reach and swing and briefly fly.

The cold has paused the play for now,
Yet signs remain to show you how.
Above the ground, let vision roam,
Where paths and play have long called home.