I told my mother I was to become a voyageur. She was not fond of the idea. I need to join so we have enough money to support the family. My father passed away 3 months ago, so he won't be bringing home the money this yeat. It's my turn.
Things have been rough on the river. We have all just left our donations and are heading off. My brigade doesn't hate me, they just don't pay a ton of attention to me. My arms are sore and there are already blisters starting to form on my hands. I really miss my mom, and wish my dad had to go on this journey, not me!
We hit our first set of rapids , and the group decided we would portage. I insisted on carrying two packs, and it's harder than I thought. The packs together are super heavy and the straps are digging into my hands. Some of the other members have three packs. I can't imagine how difficult it must be , or if it's even possible to carry that much weight.
We started our journey across Lake Superior, and it's been horrible! The waves have been rough and to be honest, it's kinda scary. We went across the middle of the lake, and it's scaring me. I really don't agree with my groups decision, it would be safer to go along the edge of the lake.
We finally made it to Grand Portage!! It felt amazing to see the fort and know I made it. The fact that it looked so simple didn´t bother me at all. I cant wait to meet some of the Ojibwa and take a break from paddling.
I have decided to return home to Lachine with my brigade. I can't wait to see my family and be able to relax again. I actually think I might sign up next spring. I've grown close with my crew members and I want to carry on in my fathers footsteps. I am glad for this experience, even though time could be rough or scary, I loved it.