There’s nothing like the cold to wake you up. By now, everyone knows the drill before departure. After breakfast, it’s like a beehive: luggage, prepping the snowmobiles… and, once again, we say goodbye to our wonderful hosts. Stanley’s mother asks us to join our hands as she thanks God for our meeting and asks Him to watch over us.
She must have a direct line to the heavens, for we had a beautiful day: blue skies, warm sun, powdery snow… what more can a snowmobiler ask for?
After awhile on the road, our guides open a 100-meter trail in the dense forest to the power line. All day, we did travel on those open spaces and enjoyed the white and fluffy snow carpet. After a few days or snowmobiling, our youths are now familiar with their machines and fear has given way to pure pleasure.
To fully take advantage of the weather, we had lunch outdoors. With fewer than 50 kilometres to go, we reached our last refuge by mid-afternoon: a wonderful cabin owned by Sépac on the shores of a frozen lake.
Without delay, the luggage is unpacked, the clothes are hung up to dry, and everyone moves on to his or her favourite pastime: cards, chatter, acrobatics… even yoga.
Meat pie and salad is on the dinner menu. Vegetarians go for the quiche after a week of transgression in the land of delicious wild meat.
This is our last evening with our guides and it will be time to reflect on this extraordinary adventure.
More on this, tomorrow.