As I frantically ran to get the doctor after my dad cut his thump palatially while he was chopping wood. Also while I was running I was thinking how hard would it be to get through the next winter without father's wages. So I started to think about signing up to be a voyageur even though that means I would have to leave my family behind.
After leaving St. Anne's church and leaving a donation my muscles are sore and my are all blistered. I am getting along fine with my brigade, but I am missing home.
When my brigade and I came upon the first set of rapids we tracked through them. The rope we used to track cut though my blistered hands making it painful to holed the rope and another thing is that the water was freezing witch felt nice at first but then I couldn't even feel my feet, after a while.
As the brigade and I set out to cross Lake Superior we decided to cut through the middle to save some miles, but as we where crossing the canoe started to take on water. Also as the youngest canoe man it is my job to bail water out of the canoe.
As my brigade and I paddled the last day and we saw Grand Portage in the distance I was the happiest I had been the whole trip. I also felt relieved and accomplished.
After have a great time at Grand Portage I am heading back to Lachine to go back to my family and I will most likely sign on next year again.