The first thing newcomers have to master at the Flying Colors Trapeze School in Scandia is the climb.
It's 24 rungs of a fiberglass ladder from the front lawn of Sherri Mann's farm and school to the platform where one of her assistants awaits. The platform is the last thing students touch before they swing into the air. It's covered by a canopy. It's blue. It's the size of a gurney.
Standing there on a recent day a student would have seen far across Olinda Trail to a field of freshly rolled hay, or to their right the paddock where four horses idly grazed, heads down and unaware; or, below, a sturdy-looking net stretched tight, like it was ready for impact.
For many of the students who come to Mann and Flying Colors for a one-week camp of trapeze and circus lessons, climbing the ladder the first time is soon followed by climbing the ladder again, back down to the ground, after refusing to swing out into space.
"Almost everyone comes in and looks at it and says, 'I can't,'" said Mann, who first learned trapeze as an adult when she followed her own kids to circus classes in St. Paul.
That's right where Mann hopes to find them, nervous and unsure, a bit daunted by the sheer size of the professional trapeze that she and her husband installed on their Scandia property nearly 20 years ago. It was a birthday gift for Sherri from her husband, a bit of a pipe dream after she fell in love with the idea of hurtling through the air suspended by ropes and her belief that she could do this.
In a typical week, the "I can't" becomes an "I did!" as students take their first daring steps into circus life. Each summer camp ends with a Friday performance attended by parents and grandparents who watch, no doubt battling their own nerves, as kids go airborne.
Camper Athena Rynders, 8, said her own friends don't always believe her when she tells them what she did on her summer vacation.