Welcome to the
No Map, Just Clues
A Scavenger Hunt for the Clueless
Because Pepie isn’t giving directions either.....🥸
You’ve got 3 hours.
You’ve got your team.
And you’ve got a town full of stories to uncover.
📸Each group will have a private chat with Stacy. When you find a spot, send a photo with your whole team and the location/clue item—and tell Stacy where you are and the clue number
🧠All clues are within Lake City limits—Lake Pepin to the east, town borders north, south, and west.
🎉 Your mission: get to as many locations as you can.
The first group in with the most correct, wins a prize you won't forget.
If there’s a tie? Don’t worry—we’ve got two tie-breakers ready.
Above all: have fun, follow your gut, and don’t forget to look up!
19 Reveals, each with 1 Clue
CLUE 1
By the shore where anglers meet, Find the shack where fish lose their feet.
CLUE 2
Once home to a boat with a fitting name, Find the slip where the lake met the flame.
CLUE 3
It’s set in stone near splashes and play—Look down to find a family name that stays.
CLUE 4
Not found in a shell but rich in lore, This shiny gem waits behind the store.
CLUE 5
Not made for one, but maybe three, Climb right up and dangle your feet.
CLUE 6
By rail it lived, by road it stays, where wheat once swayed and fed the days.
CLUE 7
Candy or keepsake? Maybe both, This spot has gifts wrapped in sugar and growth.
CLUE 8
When stripes are faded and stars worn thin, This box receives what’s always been.
CLUE 9
Grounded wings and sharpened gaze, it watches over stamped-out days.
CLUE 10
It welcomes you in with carved-out grace, And grounds its roots in a stony base.
CLUE 11
With balance and speed they once ruled the wake—Their monument stands by the shimmering lake.
CLUE 12
Beneath the glide of brush-drawn curves, the Queen and skier hug the curb
CLUE 13
The past is told where cars swing round, A city’s heart in stories found.
CLUE 14
A name that means “young one” in tongue long past, Chosen by those whose stories last.
CLUE 15
In polished halls, three walked the line, one after another, Not chasing pride—just the exit.
CLUE 16
Where rifles hung and friendships grew, the stone out front now makes it new.
CLUE 17
A stretch of land that greets the breeze, with lake on both sides and swaying leaves. Where silence waits until the spark, And the sky remembers every mark.
CLUE 18
Built for heat and cannonball days, It held our youth in concrete ways.
CLUE 19
No sign remains, but if you knew, the drinks are poured where saplings grew.