My name is Pierre. I just recently became a voyageur, because my father Charles LaPage cut his finger off while kindling. My mother seems sad, yet my father seems happy for me. I personally don´t know how to feel.
I just left the safety of my town and I'm now heading into the unknown. I miss everything. I would chose learning Latin roots over paddling any day. I don't really get along with my brigade that much. They call me grandpa, I found that quite strange.
My first set of rapids! I would have assume that these would be the hardest set we would go trough, but according to Charbonneau these are "just a warm up". It felt like we were flying trough the air and getting
¨You have buried my boy and replaced him with a man¨
In the morning the weather was so nice and beautiful that we decided to go across the Lake, to shave off a few miles. But hours later the weather took a turn for the worst. The waters were very dangerous and bumpy. But we ended up making it across.
We made it to the Grand Portage! I was so relived when I saw it, because I knew we finally made it! I met a girl named Kennewah. It was nice to talk to someone my age. I also met the chief (Kennewa's father) Mukwa, he and Charbonneau are old freinds.
My choice is to sign up again next summer! My experience was very challenging for both my mind and body but it was also very fun and a great life lesson.I will be very happy to continue my adventure next summer.