I'll be honest, we were cheering for my father and my father-in-law to fall into the river.
And watching my FIL hold the canoe paddle the wrong way really bolstered our spirits. We already know that my Dad has a habit of tipping the canoe!
Can you sense their excitement?
Off in the distance, towards Snake Creek they went.
Alas, they arrived back dry.
Nothing like a lack of schadenfreude to ruin our fun!