This morning we wake up with a feeling of “déjà vu”. Could be because it’s our second night at the Biron. It is quite comforting to wake up surrounded by wooden planks. I come from St-Raymond and I recall that this cabin once belonged to Henry Cayer, a successful entrepreneur born in St-Raymond. What a coincidence. It’s probably been awhile since the cabin was the site of so much excitement. Last evening was quite enjoyable, like the ones before. Our fingers plucked the guitar strings and our most courageous singers entertained us. The atmosphere was as warm and comforting as the fire in the huge fireplace. The mushers and the strong men of the Triton treated us to songs from distant countries where they knew how to party. The teens joined Jean-François in another type of songs, yet just as entertaining. Some were making notes, others, feeling nostalgic already, were taking in the celebrations with a heavy heart. Adventures of this nature are filled with such happiness; we’d like to hold on to it. But, such is life. Every expedition must come to a close and, this morning, March 5, we harness our dogs for the last time. I can tell you this is not easy. Our expedition is not over yet but the “dog sledding” part has come to an end. A lot of us are sad and we hug our dogs with tears in our eyes. Before leaving, the mushers pay us a vibrant tribute and we return the favour with huge hugs as we thank them. They went beyond the call of duty, these guys. Adventure often puts us in contact with wonderful people. In this case, we will long remember their smiles, their generosity and their joie de vivre.
The last few days, rather nights, were difficult for the dogs that endured -25 to -30 degrees. They had to call upon their reserves and they will appreciate being back home. The kennel is ready for them and, you can bet your bottom dollar they will have a well-deserved day off. The sun is out again, and as a bonus, the weather is warmer. We feel like “beach boys” on vacation. Back in Batiscan, we take one last meal with our humble mushers (Coco, Sam and Hugo). Then they leave for home, in the distant Duchenay area. As for us, we get a well-deserved afternoon of rest. It may not seem like much, but a few kilometres running behind a dog sled and some short nights make this rest quite welcome. This is a great time to play hide and seek like when we were kids. Simon, Courtney and Danika are particularly adept at finding good hiding places. During the evening, a few games of “Loup-Garou” and we’re ready for bed. Scott and Karolanne can’t stop giggling and Mélanie, Mickaël and Mathieu treat us to a fashion show. That was a great evening! But, time for bed! Tomorrow we will participate in the Triton Club version of “The Dog Who Stopped the War”. Can’t wait!
We wish to take advantage of this blog to salute the young people who follow our adventures from their hospital bed (Jessie and Joël) or who are fighting their illness. We’re so happy to know you follow our adventure. Jessie, thank you for you kind words. We hope that you will get well and that you’ll be in a position to join us in a future expedition. You are tenacity, courage and perseverance incarnate and please remember that each day, we felt your presence at our side. We think of you. Thank you for being there!