A report of rain by early afternoon gave me a time line for a winter kayaking adventure.  The bright blue sky begged to differ.  It was not warm, but required just a couple layers to make us comfortable.  My companion was my four year old son, Cody.  He got a couple bites on his Spiderman fishing pole.  His pole bobbed. He tried to set the hook, but then... nothing.  So, he reeled in his bait to check for any evidence of a bite.  Out again, his line was trolling behind us. The excitement of the bites were enough to satisfy my little fisherman. 

In the distance, across the lake, I could see the dark clouds that had been in the weather guesser's report, as we affectionately call our local meteorologists.  Our calm water transformed into a more aggressive entity that seemed to be telling us that it was time to paddle  back to the cove for departure.    I dug my paddle into the water, propelling us in the direction of the cove.  Cody laughed and cheered as a rolling wave splashed onto the bow of the kayak.  He hollered for me to paddle faster, wanting a larger splash yet.  I wanted to reach the safety of the cove with its water smooth as glass.  With improved effort I did as he requested.  We seemed to stay that much more above the water the faster I paddled, and so his plead for speed continued.  As we coasted into the cove, Cody, exclaimed, "That was the best fun ever!" .  He had no fear in the rough water.  The adversity was taken on joyfully.  This is the life lesson I  will take from such a memorable outing, an outdoorgeous adventure.