Under a nearly full moon, Scott Mansker cruised delicately along the Missouri River in his motor-powered canoe. He tailed a small group of kayakers as they paddled past Jefferson City. With temperatures simmering in the mid-90s, the river had looked like a mirror that afternoon, reflecting the sun's punishing rays onto the paddlers who muscled along in a feat of collective endurance. Mansker's lazy cruise at the back of the pack seemed like the calm end to a blistering day. But as is often the case on the Missouri, you can't always see the trouble... More >>>