2024 Spirit of the Lakes Festival Medallion Hunt

Where spring’s embrace brings forth delight,
and whispers of sweetness take flight,
Trace the path where dreams unfold,
where nature’s secrets softly hold.
Amongst the buds that start to bloom,
where amber treasures find their room,
Beneath the forest’s gentle sway,
find where the medallion’s hidden stay.

Follow the sun’s descent, where the sky turns to amber and gold
evoking the rich hues from days of old,
where delight would flow gold and bright.
This is the land whose sweet treasures do flow,
but to find yours need to look low.

For close to a century, a house once stood here,
Residents enjoyed the trees, their views so clear.
Out front, the medallion lies in wait,
A prize for those who investigate.

Beneath the trees where secrets spill,
the prize awaits, but don’t go too far down the hill.
Where all are welcome with sweets within,
Where all win, and so can you if you catch this spin.

Chase the creature with a fiery breast,
singing sweetly and building its nest.
It flits from branch to grassy ground,
It will lead you to treasures abound.

In Redlin’s frame, the story’s told,
Of maple trees in times of old.
Springtime sugaring, night’s embrace,
In these works, the clues you trace.
Find the medallion where these scenes meet,
A tribute to sap’s rhythmic beat.

In the shadow of the shelf’s embrace,
The medallion rests in this quiet place,
Look beneath the fungal ledge,
No need to venture too far in from the forest’s edge
There you’ll find your hidden pledge.

In the park so quaint and small,
Nature holds a secret call.
Find the hill with forest crown,
The medallion awaits you as you make your way down.

Under the watch of robins near,
And sugar mills that bring good cheer,
At the crossroads of these two,
Your prize awaits with morning dew.