If I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink

I have prided myself on not falling out of boats. Once in ninth grade, I was trying to flirt with this girl from East Granby. We were both part of this regional marine ecology thing called River to Sea for high school students. The kick off event involved camping at Peoples State Forest and then a canoe trip down to that outfitter right above Satan’s Kingdom.

Today, I got in a kayak today and went down and up the Farmington River in Avon. It’s probably the nicest part of Avon. I went from the Old Farms bridge down to the ponds at the Nod Brook Wildlife Management Area, where I portaged into those ponds, and then turned around and came back to Fisher Meadows.

That’s where I fell in. I was getting out and I lost my balance and fell in.