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. Itâ€™s really quite beautiful, though I donâ€™t like missing out on any of the fall season. Itâ€™s my favorite, and it never lasts long enough for me. I guess I can see this trip as a sort of preview of whatâ€™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, Iâ€™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 itâ€™s just Kecia and I. The sun is shining and itâ€™s great. Iâ€™m drinking a beer, and I caught a small northern off the dock about five minutes ago. I guess I donâ€™t have much to complain about. Tomorrow itâ€™s a nine-hour drive back to St. Paul where I can expect this fall season to catch up soon. And, after the preview Iâ€™ve had these last couple of days, I look forward to itâ€™s arrival.