I remember several things from the first time I paddled the canoe. It was:
- Fast (Hot rod fast - for a canoe.)
- HOT! (The interior is black, like the one above.)
We belonged to a Boy Scout troop and had planned a canoe trip to the Grand Lake Stream area in Maine. One of the parents of a fellow Scout has a cabin at the south end of Third Machias Lake and we were to start the trip there. After dinner at the cabin, my father and one of the other Assistant Scout Masters decided to go for a little paddle. With the bow of the canoe in the sand of the beach, this fellow made his way to the back of the empty canoe, crouched low, paddle in hand making his way along the center of the canoe to the stern. He managed to turn and sit down on the seat. He made one sudden move to adjust himself on the seat and the next thing we knew he was in Third Lake's frosty water and came up spluttering.
"THAT @#*$&! KEEL-LESS WONDER IS A HAZARD!!!"
And, keel or no, the name was cast in stone.
The Keel-less Wonder.
I should point out the fact that the Overboard Brothers happened to be paddling the Keel-less Wonder on the day they went into the drink.