Confession here: I have capsized or rolled every canoe I have ever been in, in every kind of water. On this occasion, Robochef Peterson and I were on a two-day float down the Eleven Point River in southern Missouri with our friends from the St. Louis Fishheads. Leaving shore after a stop, we rolled and immediately began to shout and swear at each other, which greatly amused the Missouri boys. (But dammit, this time it was HIS fault!)