My dad chopped his thumb off but, my dad is a voyageur and makes the money for the family. So I have to leave my family behind to be a voyageur so we can make money because my dad got hurt doing my job.
Today I don't feel very well after leaving St. Annes I realized that my journey is just beginning. The other men in my canoe are much older than me, but they seem nice. My arms ache very much from paddling. I always think to myself my father should be here not me.
We are now in the rapids the waters are very rough. There are many rocks and obstacles in our way we will probably have to portage. My hands ache from the bloody oozing blisters covering my hands. The waters are tough, but we are tougher.
Crossing Lake Superior is very rough. There are so many obstacles to pass and get through. We ended up cutting straight instead of hugging the shore, that was a real struggle. Crossing a Lake is very difficult because sometimes you don't have land around you to go if a storm is very bad. Water kept getting in the canoe from the waves and we decided to head for land.
We are here now, here at Grand Portage. It does seem like a busy happy place and the meals are great. I met Mukwa and Kennewah, Mukwa is an Ojibwa chief and Kennewah's father. Kennewah is kind and reminds me of Celeste back in Lachine. Grand Portage will be a good place to break from paddling, even though it is just one week.
I'm so happy that I'm back home in Lachine. I've decided to do the spring voyage with my new voyageur friends. I will also be wintering over because I know that Grand Portage is a nice place. Being a voyageur is really hard work and a lot of fun, so I'm proud to call myself a voyageur.