LAKE FLORIDA, Minn. — In 1924, Bob Dickerson’s great-grandfather went on a fishing trip. His doctor had told him he’d breathe better if he spent some time on Minnesota’s lakes, and so he arrived at Lake Florida not far from Willmar, where a farmer kept a bunch of rowboats in a cow pasture. Dickerson’s great-grandfather, Jens, caught a slew of fish, watched the sun set, listened to loons and camped. The next day, he bought that pastureland. He soon built cabins, renting them for $15 a week.
On a steamy recent August afternoon, the final week of the 100th summer at Dickerson’s Lake Florida Resort, Bob Dickerson and his wife, Connie, took their customary spot at the lakeside picnic tables. A few of Connie’s homemade doughnuts remained from their traditional Sunday morning get-together for the week’s guests, where newbies meet longtimers. A woman who has been coming annually for three decades grabbed a bucket for the frog her grandson caught. Kids rocketed down the metal slide — a century-old behemoth Dickerson bought after the nearby one-room schoolhouse closed — and into the lake.
This place, Dickerson explained, embodies their life mission: Helping people slow down and focus on what matters. To Dickerson, true Minnesota resorting is barbeque and marshmallows and meeting lifelong friends, not golf and prime rib and Wi-Fi-connected cabins.
But what happens when Dickerson goes away? Will this place — which has meant so much to so many, one of only a handful of Minnesota’s lakeside resorts in the same family for a century or more — go away with him, like so many classic mom-and-pop Minnesota resorts over the past 50 years?