Ah...canoeing

Way back in the early eighties I and my newish girlfriend go on a canoe trip on the Eleven Point River in southern Missouri. The put in was in a tributary (i.e. creek) about a hundred yards (meters) from the Eleven Point. Even though she was the experienced canoeist, I'm in back because I was heavier. We proceeded down the creek, first zigging into the bank, then zagging into the other bank, then zigging back to the first bank, then zagging...you get the idea.
After the third or fourth crash - we still haven't made it to the river
View attachment 1868947 - I said,
"I thought you said you knew how to canoe."
Silence...then, "I
thought you said
you knew how to canoe."

Turns out, neither of us had a clue

Good times
We figured it out without flipping the canoe. In fact, it wasn't until our fourth trip that we flipped one.
Never did get to try a kayak. Always thought they looked like fun.