What is it?
By spy1 on Nov 13, 2011 in Current Events
Speaking of the city’s infrastructure (Sunday DNT), does anyone know exactly what this is? By lower Chester.
By spy1 on Nov 13, 2011 in Current Events
Speaking of the city’s infrastructure (Sunday DNT), does anyone know exactly what this is? By lower Chester.
It’s a water reservoir.
Beat by chris.
Since we are on a hill we don’t need ugly water towers all over.
Also a sweet shortcut through the Hillside (15th Ave E, no stop signs)
I love the view from there.
It seems like a good place to play Frisbee, but the combination of tall grass and metal things sticking out the ground can make it potentially dangerous.
It would make a GREAT place for a dog park!
Croquet.
Bocce.
Ahem … BACI! It’s my super secret moon base (on earth). Shhh….
@girlfromnorthcountry: THIS! What a great idea!
It is our secret dog park.
I second the croquet suggestion, would be an awesome spot for a…field, er…diamond. The pitch? Anyhoodle, good spot for croquet.
I think Starfire’s referring to the PDD-driven croquet picnic we had there back in August of 2003. I took this photo that day, when someone started playing badminton with scorched bratwurst.
That’s my running track, ~1/4 mile a lap!
Kubb.
My dad took me here to fly kites many years ago.
Several years back a bunch of us did Labor Day on the Reservoir: adults, kids, and dogs. Mowed part of the lawn for croquet, set up badmitton, poured some cocktails (emphasis on gin & tonics, which go well with croquet and badmitton), and ate us some good food. All a harmless good time until a neighbor called the police on us….
With the mention of badmitton, I await the first bad pun involving the term “shuttlecock.”
The neighbor in top left is (was) the police.
I forgot that the police came.
So did I.
Paul and Barrett, was that the same event? I forgot there was flying cooked meat, and I rarely forget instances of flying cooked meat. Raw, sure--happens all the time--but Cooked?
Still waiting for a shuttlecock remark. Anyone? Danny?
Same event. I remember the flying meat but don’t remember the cops showing up, so I guess we’re a good memory team.
And I’ll get started on printing the “Remember the flying meat” T-shirts tonight.
I do remember the cops showing up. I just didn’t at first. I think we’d been there for quite a long time before they did. They didn’t come up onto the grass where everyone was, but just talked to a handful of people down on 15th. In defense of the neighbors, the main complaint probably had to do with people peeing in the bushes on 15th, not badminton or croquet or barbecued shuttlecocks.
I was about to ask: Who calls the cops on croquet and badminton? The peeing explains it.
Paul, I’m new(er) to PDD and wasn’t at your event, but I would totally wear that shirt because it makes no sense to the general public!
I played there all the time as a kid. My parents had friends who lived next door.
Huh-huh-huhuh … You said “cock.”
Thank you!
Hmmm… Duluth unveils “Resevoir Dogs” Park. Quentin Tarantino could be at the ribbon cutting!
I often found used condoms and shattered beer bottles on the cement “launch pad.” Sweet hang out for star watching (and whatnot). Beautiful view of the lake — probably excellent for Fourth of July but I always had somewhere else to go. I know it has yummy secret apple trees and endless daisies fueled by dog doo as well as hidden sledding venue for neighborhood kids. Pure magic.