August 14, Port Austin.
A walk through town, a block away, pushing the double stroller, and there's Lake Huron, the third one we visit so far among the Great Lakes, and a jetty and a beach, and it's in the seventies and breezy, and there's even a whoop (Dylanese for playground) by the beach- life is hard.
The tallest of the Kenyans (I have to get to know their name before the season ends) was jogging back and forth in the sand. He ran for a long time, back and forth and back and forth about 30 feet at the base of the jetty.
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