Like I said, that river had a strong current and we were moving with it, paddling in addition, so we were, "hauling ass", so to speak. I was in front, he was in the middle and the other guy in the tail end. Maybe it was all that speed and the fact that he couldn't swim that caused him to panic and tip us over.
That was a sketchy, neighborly relationship to begin with. We weren't friends and I was puzzled about why they invited me along for that trip. I was a Boy Scout as a boy, my dad became a scoutmaster after his retirement, I was into that sort of thing, so that's why I accepted the invitation.
As it turned out, within 2 years of that incident, they both ended up being murdered. 😲🤔
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