However, what seemed destined to be a disappointing entry in my travel diary became something quite memorable, thanks to some very nice folks. As Gary and I stood there, looking forlornly at the locked gate, a gentleman drove up and asked about the game. We told him the news and got to talking. When we revealed how far we'd driven to see the ballpark, he told us to wait, leapt into his car and drove off.

Ten minute later he returned and introduced us to George McGonagle. George not only had the key, he was the president and general manager of the ballclub! He opened the gate and let us into the stadium.

Unhurried, he let me wander the stadium taking the photos you see here. What I found was a charming little ballpark with bright orange seats and great roof. The backdrop of trees on the hillside was lovely. Bowen is a great example of a small town ballpark, set into the natural environment.

George is a really nice fellow. We enjoyed talking with him and he even agreed to let me interview him on camera (see youtube clip below). We spent nearly an hour there, wandering the stadium and chatting with George.

So, while I didn't get to see a ballgame at Bowen, I was treated to a wonderful experience with some awfully nice local people. It is, without question, the best rainout I've ever had.