I didn’t know what I was getting into…
My brother-in-law said “hey you want to enter a canoe race?” An excuse to paddle down river in early spring sounded like a great idea. He recruited my father-in-law and I recruited my brother and the four of us entered the All-American Quinebaug River Race. They were #30 in a 14 foot green Old Town canoe, and we were #31 in a battered blue 12 foot Lincoln canoe.
I was unaware that this canoe race had class II rapids.
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