Since I'd tied it to the middle thwart (for easy access), the boat immediately swung broadside into the current. "What's happening?" the young lady asked, alarmed. The boat had begun to lean upstream, and the gunwale was now barely an inch from the rushing current. Once we started to take on water, the boat would go under in a flash. "You might want to lean downstream, uh, real hard," I said, trying to keep the panic from my voice as I searched for a blade to cut us free. Then I remembered that my knife was at the bottom of the first river. I finally sawed us loose with the tiny blade on my fishing-line clippers. Years later, I can no longer recall that girl's name. But I still miss that sweet little anchor.