Greg Brick stepped off the side of a path and bushwhacked down a steep bluff above the Mississippi River, grabbing tree branches for support as he listened for the sound of running water.
He was looking for a burbling spring that once promised healing waters.
It was here, near the former Pillsbury A Mill in Minneapolis, where a resort catered to 19th-century tourists who wanted to drink iron-bearing "medicinal" waters flowing out of the river bluff.
It's not the only once-famous, now-forgotten spring that Brick knows about.
There's the spring, hidden behind an apartment building in St. Paul's Highland Park area, that once supplied a thriving business that bottled and trucked fresh water for thirsty city residents through the first half of the 20th century. Or the spring, discovered in a rock face in Minneapolis' Seward riverfront, which was described in a 1977 front-page article in this newspaper as a "fountain of youth" and a cure for hangovers.
The springs haven't gone anywhere. You can still see them, if you know where to look, quietly flowing as they have for hundreds of years.
But Brick knows their secrets. He's a spring hunter.
The 54-year-old caver, urban explorer, writer and historian from St. Paul has been finding, studying and mapping long-lost springs in the Twin Cities area since he was a college student in the 1990s.