Fall caught up to us as we were kayaking South down the coast of Maine on our way to Key West. When we launched our kayak into Lake Superior’s cold clear water in early May the days were getting longer, and we had the whole summer ahead of us. Four months later we found ourselves in a very different place, pushed South by the same primal urges felt by Whales leaving their summer feeding grounds, and the Geese streaming towards the suns warms in large Vs over head. As the days grew shorter and the nights colder we found our selves paddling with a new found purpose. When the ocean was calm we often paddled from dawn until dark. On this day landed on a tiny island near Acadia National Park as after sunset and scrambled to pitch our tent before darkness completely engulfed our rocky home for the night.