Minnesota happens to be "The land of 10,000 lakes," and it only takes you a few minutes drive from our town to start discovering a few of those lakes. In fact "going to the lake," is synonymous with warm weather around here. So this Sunday, we jumped in the car and headed to Detroit Lakes. It doesn't matter how many times we will make a visit to DL this summer, the one place we will frequent nearly every time, is Zorbaz. Its an iconic eatery in the lakes area and we love it both for the "macho" nachos as well as the pizza. With a near 70 degree day, no wind and a wide open afternoon, we met Grandpa and Grandma for lunch.
To work off our nachos that did not disappoint us in terms of their macho-ness, we went for a walk along the quiet beach afterwards. The ice has barely gone out of the lake and open fishing doesn't start for weeks. The water temperature is in the "frigid" range, much to the disappointment of the boys. In another month or so however, the water will warm up and the beaches will be filled with revelers from all over.
Today it was like having the place to ourselves. True to their word, notice the boys stuck to their promise to their dad of staying "off of the sand" and technically their feet never left the sidewalk. Their hands may have raked through the small pebbles for shells, but their feet remained planted. Really I could only admire their ingenuity.
After a leisurely walk to the fishing pier, we climbed back in the car and slowly wound our way through the lakes and back home. With a handful of shells, a full tummy and the smell of the lake clinging to my clothes, the pull of the water will beckon again and again these next few months. I am so ready.
