I think its safe to say that regardless of how much you love another person, there are moments, especially in canoes, especially in strong currents, especially on really long hot days, that you would gladly send them overboard and into the drink. Luckily, most of the time, most of us don't. For us, it went something like this.
Get up early and drive with no particular agenda towards the wilderness area north of Klamath Lake. Follow a random hiking trail sign fifteen miles down a washboard road to a trail that promises a fantastic view. a quarter mile down the trail become engulfed in a swarm of bees. Successfully out-hike the bees only to be set upon by giant, vicious mosquitoes a quarter mile later. Tough it out for another quarter mile before admitting defeat, turning around, and running, actually running, to get relief from the swarm.
Get back in the car in good spirits. Keep driving, now with a vague notion of coffee. Stumble upon an old "resort" at the north end of the lakes wetlands, get said coffee and a fantastic lunch. Decide to rent a canoe. Set out in said canoe with no particular agenda, until realizing you have crossed the halfway point of a seven mile loop. Decide to push on against the current even though we are getting tired and hungry and one of us has no idea how to steer. Spend plenty of time in the rushes due to this gap in shared skills set. Begin to grump at one another.
Get to the open water of the lake and hit heavy winds, big water, and even bigger boats. Land ourselves back in the rushes. There are words. Maybe even idle threats. Anger and denial give way to acceptance, we are still stuck in this canoe together. One of you swears to never go canoeing again. Paddle on in silence. Get back to the dock, and discover that we are the only ones of the day to successfully complete the loop, staff have been fishing people out of the marshes because of the winds all week. Receive a heroes welcome. Make no mention of the kerfuffle. Share a beer. Decide that we are badasses.
Get home and tell the story like an adventure. Decide that next time, separate canoes.