As we leave the boathouse on this sun kissed autumn day aglow in God's amazing pallet of colors it strikes me just how fleeting time is as I watch my boys navigate their kayaks out through the channel and into the main body of Cranberry Lake. My mind drifts off and I see them sitting together in the front seat of our big necky two man, raising holy hell and yelling back at me to paddle faster Dad as they don't want anyone to take our favorite campsite, they are 4&5, not 15 and 16. It makes me a tad sad for a brief second; then I think about this trip that has become a fall tradition and all the amazing times we've shared and I realize how blessed I am. I hope that by sharing  this fall adventure it finds its way to lots of Dads that after reading it decide to pack up their own angels with one wing in the fire and start their own family paddling tradition.  No matter what lake it is on, they will be richer men for doing so........