As winter winds bring their chill the suns earlier dances begin. Animals scurry while heat evaporates from the lakes in whispers of summer memories. Meaning one thing, dam drysuit season!

Don’t get me wrong!! I wouldn’t paddle in the winter/fall/spring without it. I also realize that my paddle days are becoming more sparse as the winter starts.

Alas, there are many great days to come and who knows, maybe that elusive late summer? hahaha, probe not but fingers crossed.

Here’s to new adventures and lessons learned.

cheers