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Walk the Burn: A Beaver, Minnesota Ghost Town Documentary & True Crime Story




          CoyWolf Entertainment™


CoyWolf Entertainment™ Presents

Walk the Burn: A Beaver, Minnesota Ghost Town Documentary & True Crime Story

Written and Photographed by #1 International Bestselling and Award-Winning Author, Photographer and Illustrator Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Publisher: CoyWolf Entertainment™

Release January 1, 2022

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WALK THE BURN BLURB (subject to change)

Nothing bad happened to me the first week of WALK THE BURN, just a guy standing behind the tree branches by my truck while I was heading out from my day at the eagle nest. He eyed me as I stepped out of the grasslands. I kept walking through the open woods, keeping my chin up to preserve my stoical expression, trying not to show a trace of fear.

After I stepped off the grassland and onto the blacktop, I had officially entered Minnesota State Highway 74, the road that ran between the parcels of state land. As I walked closer to my truck, I was ready to break another chain in my life and snatch up the bottle of pepper spray, a one-inch brushed steel can of trust that dangled just inches away from my face on the breastplate of my tripod. My check-out counter special that caught my attention twice in one day.

That’s what I thought about as it reflected the light of the afternoon sun into my eyes. Maybe the light beams hitting my vision were God’s way of saying He was nearer than He appeared. My thoughts waved between hoping it was Him or someone he sent.

I watched his face and his dead stare closely, expecting him to move at any moment. My pocket-sized mace didn’t pack enough power to cause a tear––probably mine in a lightning fast altercation. At that moment, I realized how inadequate and undersized its value was. Was my life not worth more than a one ounce bottle of this false sense of security?

A spray bottle dressed in a white label and with ingredients that may as well have included fleeting hope. A handful of stinging nettles could inflict more harm––if only they were at a height I could grab at; I’d take their sting without a second of hesitation. For the first time since seeing the man, I was fully aware of the situation I was walking into.

I kept walking. I tightened my grip on my tripod, the same one I’d use in the future, in 2007, when I’d become future me, to protect myself from a cougar running behind me, then alongside me before it jumped at the face of my future me.


Just in case I didn’t get out of the woods I reached down pressing the shutter on my Canon camera hanging over my shoulder and across my hip, I snapped at least a ten shots of him, trusting the autofocus was working and someone would see the photos if something happened to me and I could leave the camera behind.

The man was about 25 feet away. He continued to observe me, but he didn’t move. His eyes lifted and dropped as he began sizing me up. I hated when men did that disrespect my existence as a woman didn’t measure up to his standards. The Whitewater Valley didn’t have cell phone coverage, so I didn’t bring a phone with me. I repeated my passcode in my head so I didn’t blank out if he came at me as I neared my truck. I kept my eyes looking toward my truck, hoping he’d think I didn’t see him.

I felt myself tensing as I entered my door lock code, 05975, into the keypad on a truck that was as seasonal as my journey into the first couple of years in the valley. I entered my truck, locking the doors, and looked ahead into the turnaround and stared at what had to be his truck. Using my eagle eyesight––I memorized his plate. I still remember it. He followed me for 15 years.

It turns out, per a Minnesota State Trooper, he was a pot farmer, known in the area to law enforcement for his farms. I didn’t overstep his boundary line that day, or care that I was on his turf that first week: I marched right over his divide and I continued to walk anywhere I wanted to walk in those miles of public land, and also the private land I’d secured permission to use during my projects there over the next 15 years of my life.

WALK THE BURN started out as a 30-day documentary showing the daily changes following a controlled burn. A photo essay documenting the actual fire and the black canvas it left behind in the ghost town I studied, now a wildlife refuge that superseded the former town of Beaver, Minnesota.

It’s a story about how life rises from the ashes and into a picture-perfect summer. Ironically, it became a crime and faith story about how God used it to break me into His service; transforming me into someone He could use to serve other people that were hurting deeper and broken harder than me.

I’m Walking My Journey!™––Lisa Loucks-Christenson

This is Lisa Loucks-Christenson’s unique faith-walk. It’s her adventures as she earned the fad names: The Town Joke, The Nature Photographer, The Bug Lady, The Eagle Lady, names that grew into The Lady of Whitewater. WALK THE BURN includes her first steps into the first seven seasons covering a controlled burn and what followed in the former town of Beaver, Minnesota, a ghost town in southeastern Minnesota. These are the opening stories she experienced there. This is her GOD ON A HARLEY meets GRIZZLY ADAMS dining with CRIMINAL MINDS while inspired by TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL.

Lisa Lisa Loucks-Christenson is a photojournalist and member of the ASMP and NATJA and she shot over one million images while covering her documentaries in the Whitewater Valley in southeastern Minnesota.

Lisa’s credits include most major publishers and imprints, news outlets, magazines, trade and her own publishing houses: Esquire, Woman’s World, Self, Harcourt, Diversion, Career World, HSUS Kind News, Disney, Pearson, IBM, Christian Schools International, Travel World Magazine, Trips & Journeys, NBC KTTC-TVKAAL-TV Channel 6 News, KIMT Channel 3 News, WEAU Channel 13 News Eau Claire, Post-Bulletin, Ron Schara’s Minnesota Bound and more. 

Since 2006, Lisa has been the voice behind various shows, live and pre-recorded, including her own podcasts syndicated on iTunes, Bluebrry, Voice America, and various internet sites and terrestrial stations over the years. As time allows, Lisa continues to interview celebrities and entertainers, authors, detectives, businesses owners and others.  Her featured guests include: Aaron Neville, Foghat, Jan Fedarcyk, Captain and Tennille, Kathy Ireland, Charlie Daniels, Porter Wagoner, Ron Ferber, Tom Wilson (Ziggy), Veggie Tales, Beverly Swerling, Oakridge Boys, B.J. Daniels, Jean Craighead George, Dick and Dee Dee, Jim Owen, Brian White, Richie Mcdonald, Ray Stevens, and many others.




In my future stories and books you’ll read about an impostor Minnesota Conservation Officer that detained me that was wearing the name tag of an actual officer that to this day will claim he has never met me, the Pink Flamingo . . . but I’m not referring to a casino; ICE-Rock Cave; “Edward” the cutter; Men in the Brown Van and more. 

EAGLE NEST SITE INCIDENT: (this full story will be in a future title)

LisaLC.com letters cut up on  Lisa Loucks-Christenson's truck window

This is how my back window of my truck looked when I returned from one of my eagle nest sites.

The Razor Blades Man, Woman or Both? (Chapter title is subject to change)

I came out of the woods and noticed someone had cut into the letters I’d applied on my back window. The letters no longer spelled out, not exactly, my website LISALC.COM. This site is one of a few websites I ran then and still operate, one that kept getting hacked.

Over time, I’d hired computer forensic experts, white hat hackers, security teams, private investigators, and others. The first year I spent thousands, close to $50K in equipment and another $50K in the services for people who dually protected me on my WALK THE BURN and LISA’S BALD EAGLE DOCUMENTARY, but these fees were just the starting fees of my journey.



MY DOG TEAM: (I will update this preview shown below in the future books, and include more details and photos).

God equipped me with eight different dogs while covering my journey. Five dogs were mine. Two were just along for the ride. One was my outdoor companion for a couple of trips, anyway. We trained two protection dogs. We will feature my other dogs in the full story of my books. 

My trained protection dogs were born on 9/11/2004. I was only going to go with the dog that picked me, but after an Olmsted County Sheriff heard we wanted the male, he waited for the next litter and that decision allowed my husband to buy the only male in a litter of 10, our “Dale”, who joined our family and reunited with his sister a week later. We put them through their training when they were a little over a year. A dog that would change everything I knew about a dog. They were loyal and faithful dogs, like my others, that walked and ran next to me, sometimes in tandem and other days solo.

We walked, ducked, crawled across the terrain, under branches, up and down bluffs. We broke our own trails; we broke through the ice of the frozen rivers together, there were flash floods, a whirlpool I pulled my female out of almost falling in with her, quicksand, ice-coated bluffs, woods, meadows, and grasslands and bad people we’d encounter but also good people that had our backs. There were places I wish we didn’t find. The Pink Flamingo––not the casino is one of them, ICE Rock Cave, suitably named.

My dogs protected me through my projects for as long as they could walk––their entire lives. I will always be a better person because I shared our days together as companions who never flinched at teaching me how to fully enjoy my spirit of adventure.                       

         Dale, my German Shepherd a trained protection dog

                    Dale in Don't Eat Bees!

Dale was also my inspiration behind my Amazon Hot New Release, #1 international bestseller, DON’T EAT BEES!, a double award-winning story, earning the coveted, 2020 Royal Dragonfly 2020 Book Awards for best illustrations and an Honorable Mention for the story in the ebook category. Dale lives on in my upcoming sequel, HEAVEN CAN REST! Dale is an ambassador for my BOW WOW DETECTIVES® brand, and appears in other books I’ve created.

Dale Bernard Von Smaragd Huegel is pictured above. He was my main field dog. Like his sister pictured below, he was a trained German Shepherd protection dog. 


Dani and me

This is Dani and me, Dale’s sister. Dani Bernadette Von Smaragd Huegel always knew people and their intentions before they even moved. That was her champion bloodlines, her training, and her instincts, and she never failed me. 

You can read about how Dani protected me, laying her body across me, with her face in front of mine, barring her teeth and giving warning to a man in the Dorer Pools. I have shots of him and his driver.

The story is both suspenseful and interesting. Chapter: Men in the Brown Van.














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Cover Blurb:

As the seasons passed, the grass wherever I walked was a shade lighter—not greener, a color reserved for newbies—but also taller, thicker, and deeper. It was like staring toward the ocean in search of the horizon; the grass had no visible end. When I walked away, 13 years later, I felt no desire to look back and see if I had changed, for I knew I had. My inner self was something I was carrying with me, confident and with my desires fulfilled. As I took my first step onto the highway, departing the trail at mile marker 45, I did so knowing that the grasslands behind me would forever be a mirror for my experiences.

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