I sang in a weeding this past weekend in North Central North Dakota, and it was as if I traveled through time to get here. It is full on fall at Lake Metigoshe already. I left near 90-degree weather in St. Paul and arrived in Bottineau to find temperatures in the 60s. The leaves have changed and the lake is quiet. It’s really quite beautiful, though I don’t like missing out on any of the fall season. It’s my favorite, and it never lasts long enough for me. I guess I can see this trip as a sort of preview of what’s to come in a few weeks back in Minnesota.
The wedding went well, and it was good to see some old friends. I managed to squeeze a few extra days into this trip so I could spend some time at the lake with the family. As I write this, I’m sitting on the pontoon boat on a perfectly quiet lake. There are some folks down the shore a ways taking out their dock for the season, but otherwise it’s just Kecia and I. The sun is shining and it’s great. I’m drinking a beer, and I caught a small northern off the dock about five minutes ago. I guess I don’t have much to complain about.
Tomorrow it’s a nine-hour drive back to St. Paul where I can expect this fall season to catch up soon. And, after the preview I’ve had these last couple of days, I look forward to it’s arrival.