As I walked back I worried what my mother would think. My dad would be proud, but my mom? I was really hoping I made the right decision to sign on as a voyageur.
Well there I was, I was about to begin my journey. I was exited but could not help but feel nervous as well. I looked back to see the town cheering and waving as the dogs ran along the beach barking.
You are here!
How are you?
We didn't dare to brave the rapids! We decided to portage. My legs nearly gave out. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. Eventually I did if you were wondering.
Nearly there men!!
With La Londe dead Beloit was to become our new bowman. We crossed the great lake Superior with Beloit constantly yelling insults at us. It was awfuly windy but we made it to Grand Portage. Our strategy was to stay close to the shoreline. Still white caps hurled themselves at us making for a very unsteady ride.
We met all these nice people who welcomed us in. It was wonderful, we ate to our hearts' content. Mukwa was very nice and his daughter Kennewah reminded me of Celeste, a girl back home.
The sky was dull and grey but all I cared about was going back home to see my family. Next year I wouldn´t go because my family wanted me to , but because I wanted to go. Maybe next year I could become a hivernant. It felt good to head home. We stopped at an island and soon I fell asleep dreaming of my mother baking cookies.