If beach volleyball can be an Olympic sport, can beach baseball be far behind?
Probably, yes.
Baseball fanatic that he is, AJ is no longer content to simply throw rocks into Lake Superior. He wants to hit them as far as he can. And with a plethora of drift wood still washing ashore daily since the flood, there's no shortage of "bats".
There also was no shortage of imagination. In this game between the Twins and the Royals, AJ served as pitcher, batter and play-by-play announcer, calling out the hits and estimating how many bases the runners reached at each at bat.
There's real concern in our town that last week's flood will scare away money-spending visitors at the peak of the tourist season. And so, civic-minded Duluth advocate that I am, I felt it was only right to take the kids to Canal Park after work for dinner and some play time.
Plus, I had zero desire to cook last night. So everybody wins. Except the kids when I make them pose for a picture in blinding sun.
The weather was simply stunning: 89 degrees by the Lake.
On the way back to the car, instead of retracing our steps on the Lakewalk, we played tourist in the center section of Canal Park.
Yes, I made them wash their hands when they were done.
We wrapped up the night with a stop at Dairy Queen. And then we stopped at two more Dairy Queens becuase as I left the first, I got the brilliant idea to pick up Dilly Bars for Jeff and his crew. But as hot as it was, I needed to find a DQ closer to headquarters. Of course the closest one doesn't sell boxes of Dilly Bars. So we headed to Hermantown and at last got the desired treats. As we were leaving, AJ proclaimed, "I guess this is a Dairy Queen night."
There are far worse things it could be.
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