As promised, here is more info on our closing circle. Traditionally, near the end of each Foundation adventure, the organisers hold an open discussion session to allow the team members to reflect on their experience by choosing a single word to describe it. Each in turn, can then explain why they chose that particular word.
The words “unique”, “unforgettable”, “gratitude”, “beauty” and many others were chosen. Globally, the adventure made a deep impression on each participant. For some, it was discovering a new family away from their own; others were awestruck by the beauty of the North Country, its inhabitants, and the inner beauty of other expedition members. Some participants said this experience made them appreciate what we too often take for granted.
Others observed that they had to push their limits or were given the opportunity to forget their illness, and step away from their daily routine.
No doubt, this was a very positive experience for all.
This is our last day on our snowmobiles. Once again, the sun is shining, but it is bitterly cold on the trail.
After a short examination at the hospital, Ian re-joined the group, but, in order to limit the strain, he travelled from one point to the next in the comfort of one of the organisation’s vehicles. This last leg will not be different, and he willingly boards a SUV after a few kilometres on the snowy trail. The rest of the group goes on to Chibougamau where it’s Folifrets time with hundreds of old snowmobiles. A unique scene.
Then through wonderful recessed valleys, some sections of highway, and beautifully maintained trails, we head for the headquarters of ExpéNord to conclude our adventure around noontime.
While we were a little sad to say goodbye to our spirited mechanical mounts, we were happy to jump in our own clothes and to have a piece of pizza pie for lunch.
After transferring the luggage from the snowmobiles to the bus, we thanked and said goodbye to our guides before heading for Roberval. On the way, those who still had some energy left chatted away. This trip forged very strong links and the goodbyes will be difficult.
At Motel Castille, we returned our borrowed clothes, took a welcome shower and headed for Mike’s for our Last Supper, as disciples of the therapeutic adventure.
As this is our last evening together, even if we’re overwhelmed by all that outdoor air, strong emotions and thrills, we find it difficult to return to our rooms and discussions drag on into the night