Bloomington: Not a place celebrated for its mountains. Yet for the 100-odd members of the Minneapolis Ski Jumping Club, a patch near the junction of 494 and 100 is the place to soar.
When children first start coming to the Bush Lake Ski Jump complex, they practice on ramps that look like bunny hills with some lift. Eventually, skiers graduate to the World Cup–caliber 70-meter jump—a landmark you can see for miles around.
That’s where the magic really happens. “We all do this for the feeling of flight,” says Chris Broz, a former member of the U.S. ski jumping team and the club’s head coach.
Broz, 38, started jumping at age 11, when his family moved to Eden Prairie. He was looking for new friends, and he found air. But many jumpers start even younger—before they develop that little part of the brain that connects fear and consequence. Broz’s own