Beat the Heat

Yadi slinging the baseball to 2nd – “OUT!” One of the images in my head this morning. It’s already a crazy thing to watch from Section 434 high above the arena of Busch Stadium back home. But it’s even cooler seeing it happen yards away on a hot afternoon in southern Florida with Mo sitting two rows in front of me in a pink polo and loafers. Masterpiece. (Not the pink polo and loafers so much.)

Anyway, we returned to Jupiter Light that morning while the girls climbed 105 steps to the top and Grandma perused the gift shop for a t-shirt. Linnea-Irish also found an irresistible object: giant plush manatee. But the price tag of $46 was just too much for her Dairy Queen paycheck infused bank account to handle.

While we waited for the girls, Rose bought a box of peanut-butter/chocolate fudge to share. It didn’t hang around long. Didn’t even save any for Dad this time. Although with the sweltering temps of the early afternoon, it would have melted in minutes.

So while Grandma, Mom, and the three girls hit up Coral Cove again, Carrie-Bri and I drove back to the motel to beat the heat with a little Netflix/Youtube television options.

Then it was five o’clock. Time for dinner at the Irish pub (well, sort of Irish, sort of pub) for burgers and sandwiches and shrimp. The two youngest girls boxed up a wedge of key lime pie for later.

Juno Beach.

It was the sort of evening beach perfection at the pier – crashing surf blended into rough gray sand and the light of a blue-rose sunset behind green sea brush. Although Grandma decided to set up camp next to a couple clearly more interested in each other’s faces than the natural beauty around them, the scenery was beautiful.

As the youngest girls marched towards the rolling waves, they noted the posted sign in the sand warning about rip tides and how to get out of them, after being drenched by a similar situation the other day, pulled under, coated in flaky sand.

“Oh, so that’s how you get out of it…” Linnea’s buddy mused to herself.

“You didn’t know that?” Linnea laughed as the walked off.

“How did you know that?”

“I don’t know. I think I learned it on Sesame Street.”