A canoeing novice, Mitchell listens intently as Jake tells him, "The drop over the dam ain't very high, but don't ever underestimate the power of the river. Seems like every year someone goes over for one reason or another. Most of the time they get drunk and fall asleep and drift too close. By the time they wake up there's nothing they can do.
"There's a hell of an undertow beneath the dam, and anything that goes over ends up getting pounded to pulp. Usually they never even find the body. It just disintegrates. Once in a while the river spits up a corpse, and it turns up near Kansas City, all tangled up in fishin' line."
Jake crushed his beer can, and dropped it into the bottom of the canoe. "Gimme another."