When I woke up my father had cut his thumb and I had to rush to get the doctor in town. Even though the doctor said he was good, I couldn't help but to feel guilty, after all cutting the wood was my job. We were all worrying because there was no way that father could sign up to be a voyageur this year with his injury and that means that we wouldn't have our normal income. I decided to sign as a Voyageur to help support my family and me.
After St. Anne's I was not very good. I still couldn't paddle any faster and I think I even got slower. I don't think that my hands and muscles can take any more of this. I feel like i'm going to pass out. I really was embarrased multiple times when I messed up and even when La Petite said " Paddle, Grandpa, Paddle". That was the worst. I don't think I've managed to make any enemy's so far, but then again I don't know what I don't know.
We knew that we didn´t want to risk the packages getting wet so we decided to make a portage. My hands we horrible including my blisters and i have not slept for what felt like years. As we put the packs on I staggered over the wight of mine, Beloít asked if i wanted another one and I just couldn´t speak. I was so slow everybody else was waiting for me at the top of the hill. Now I know why. I was part of a bet that if I made it up the hill people lost and won money. I was embarresed.
While Crossing Lake Superior, Charbonneau decided to save 20 miles and ride the rapids in order to cross a huge bay named Michipicoten. We all knew that this would be very tough and hard to do. We knew that there were rough turns and spiky rocks in the way, but we also knew that it would be a lot faster. It was faster but also a million times the danger. There we a lot of rocks and turns that for sure we thought we were going to crash. But here I am, still alive.
WE MADE IT!!! The Rendezvous! Considering that it´s called Grand Portage I was expecting it to be more well, grand-er. As we came up from Lake Superior we were actually all in very good conditioned considering that we all freshened up before we arrived. I was so excited when we saw the fort in the distance! I still was shocked that we made it and that the Grade Portage wasn´t very grand, in fact all it really looked like was a little shack on the side of the river. I was still super thrilled when we ended up making it!
I have decided to return to Lachine. One because I would very much like to see my family again, and two I don´t think I am ready to go to Minnesota and winter over. If only going to Grand Portage is this hard, I can´t even think about how hard it would be to be in Minnesota in the winter. I still do not know if i will sign again. My father´s thumb is better, but it still was a great experience. Becoming a voyageur was a very unique experience. My brigade are one of my closest friends, and even though we experienced very tragic losses, as the same with wins. Being a voyageur doesn´t mean singing french songs or boasting about your tough journey. It´s about finding beauty in everything around you. From the water, to the trees, to the people. Being a voyageur was a huge part of my life and I will never forget it.