For the past 15 or more years I have had this dream-like memory of this "tree house" my dad and my sister and I found at minto brown when I was little enough to ride in a seat attached to my dad's bike. I thought it was a dream until last winter when I was driving on River road from downtown towards min to and I saw this little wooden box shape across the slough. I searched for it down one path that has been overgrown and forgotten in the park, but it was always too flooded, everyday as it got closer to summer I could get further and further down the path. Today, in an attempt to recover from illness, I took a walk and found the path clearer than ever. Then I saw it. My white whale of over a decade, and I just started crying for no reason. But I found it. Names carved into the wood of others who've discovered it.