After my father cut his thumb off I remembered his job as a voyageur. I knew that he wouldn't be able to do such a job in his condition so I thought of taking up myself. While I was walking home I became conflicted with idea, the idea of leaving my family alone was enough to make me question if I should become a voyageur.
During my first stop at St. Anne, I got to think about how things were going. Its no surprise to me that I found I would rather sit down and read a book rather than paddle. My lack of interaction with the others didn´t help take my mind off the aching of my arms.
When I started the portage I immediately felt the straps on the pack cut into my shoulders. As I was walking I felt discouraged by seeing all the people who were clearly carrying more weight than me. When I arrived at my destination I opened my pack and found several musket balls inside, meaning that I had been carrying as much weight as anyone else.