Saturday 9hAM: We are saddened to announce this new… It is with great regret that we inform you of the absence our blogger Alexandre within our tribe, for health reasons. We wish him the best. In these circumstances, the blog will be written by us, participants in this adventure!
We are filled with good intentions in completing to write 500 words together. Elyse starts contributing with her wonderful African saying that she wanted to share with our dear readers:
“On your own, you row faster, but together, we will go farther.”
Our tribe formed in Montreal. At the meeting: the wise old men (Catherine and Marc-André), 7 Warriors (Elyse, Zoe, Marc-André Lanouette, Ludo, Joelle, Bruno, Sophie) and 3 healers (Marie-Pier, Julie and Marie-Joëlle) .
On the way to our destiny, the tribe made provisions at Tim Hortons, where we can be satisfied with coffee, finger sandwiches and donuts. Here, we meet an “Indian from the plains” named Morgan who speaks a language we are not acquainted with: English! We decide to welcome her as a warrior with us. There will therefore be 8 warriors in the tribe!
After getting supplies and this great encounter (which was nonetheless expected in story…), we finally arrived at our destination: the Air Eau Bois camp where the beautiful Poisson blanc reservoir was waiting peacefully. It was on this reservoir that our tribe will begin his great adventure tomorrow!
To prepare for this epic, we packed our food, our equipment and we tested our boats: Voyageur canoes! It is in these primitive boats left by our two old wisemen that we will visit this beautiful wilderness crisscrossed by First Nations for millennia.
After 3 KM of hard work, the old wisemen attempt to guide the warriors deep in their mind with meditation techniques, art forgotten by some. The most receptive were spiritually connected with a cricket. The song of a small bird in the distance blessed the future of this adventure.
Back at our base camp, two of our bravest men (Turbo-Ludo and Bruno) try to show us their courage by immersing themselves in the big lake, a demonstration which was quite short considering the cold waters across this habitat.
At moonrise, the tribe gathers around the fire to establish standards that will unite this group. It is clear that we will walk “on tip of the toes” so our passage leaves no trace on these beautiful landscapes.
You can rest easy Mom, I love you.