They finished the trip to the shores of James Bay. Unfortunately, most of the posts the last month or so where recorded in French, or just history lessons about the area they traveled through.
There where no updates in English during the most remote part of the trip.
I’m under the impression that there might be a video about the trip, if it’s in English I’ll ad the link.
Here is the latest post.
Go up the Saguenay fjord, the Chicoutimi River, Lake Kenogami, go down the Aulnaies River and the Belle River, along the Pekuakami, go up the Ashuapmushuan River, the Chigoubiche River, the Normandin River, the Boisvert River, cross the Highlands and its series of portions and small lakes, sailing on lakes Obatogamau, Chibougamau, Waconichi, Mistassini, going down the rivers Natastan, Mars, Rupert.
Follow the eagle's path. Camping listening to the huard sing, watching by the fire to the rhythm of the beaver's tail in the water. Eating walleye, pike, ouananiche. See wood caribou parade, moose, bears swim, look a wolf in the eye.
Meet the people of Saguenay, Lac-Saint-Jean, the Ilnus of Mashteuiatsh, the Cris of Mistissini, Old Nemaska, Waskaganish, celebrate, eat, share stories, raise nets, borrow sturgeons, whites, sew skirts, play bingo, smoke a pipe, sleep in huts, eat again, then eat, and eat.
Carrying huge loads on abandoned trails, opening lost carriages to the compass, to the axe, to the sciote, return every morning the same wet and smelly clothes, see your feet rot and your hands crack, endure the rain, the mosquitoes, all the fears that were sleeping within us and let adventure awaken.
Nevertheless, on the last day, fear the arrival because it is the end. Because for 97 days we've been at our best, at the peak of our courage. Because a friendship is born between us that is stronger than all the wearings, all the pain. Because something binds us now and will follow us until we die. Because the journey we took side by side inside ourselves has taken us much further than 1200 kilometers.
The North Sea surfacing Docking in Waskaganish. Accepting the end. Accepting what begins.
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See you tomorrow, June 26 at 9 am, at the municipal quay!
