SupervagabondS au pays d'Israfil et Tarja
Notre premier voyage à deux canoës, à chacun son embarcation, à chacun ses méditations.
Ce carnet est dédié à ma fille Amélie,
parce qu'avant de partir j'avais, tout comme elle, sous estimé sa capacité à être vagabonde.
A l'heure de dérouler ce carnet, elle n'attends que de repartir ensemble avec son canoë.
Nous pensions que ce voyage serait bien différent de celui de 2017, effectivement il fut vraiment un cran au dessus, autant dans les émotions de notre relation père fille, qu'au travers des rencontres qui ont eu lieu.
Le titre est aussi un hommage parce que sans ma fille, sans Israfil et Tarja, il y aurait moins d’émotions dans ce carnet.
Ce carnet est aussi un cadeau de noël pour ma fille, parce qu'il n'est pas obligatoire de consommer à outrance pour lui démontrer que je l'aime.
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Our first trip to two canoes, to each his own boat, to each his meditations.
This notebook is dedicated to my daughter Amélie,
because before leaving I had, like her, underestimated her ability to be a vagabond.
When she unrolls this notebook, she is just waiting to leave together with her canoe.
We thought that this trip would be very different from that of 2017, indeed it was really a notch above, as much in the emotions of our father-daughter relationship, as through the meetings that took place.
The title is also a tribute because without my daughter, without Israfil and Tarja, there would be less emotion in this notebook.
This notebook is also a Christmas gift for my daughter, because it is not compulsory to consume excessively to show her that I love her.
Ce carnet est dédié à ma fille Amélie,
parce qu'avant de partir j'avais, tout comme elle, sous estimé sa capacité à être vagabonde.
A l'heure de dérouler ce carnet, elle n'attends que de repartir ensemble avec son canoë.
Nous pensions que ce voyage serait bien différent de celui de 2017, effectivement il fut vraiment un cran au dessus, autant dans les émotions de notre relation père fille, qu'au travers des rencontres qui ont eu lieu.
Le titre est aussi un hommage parce que sans ma fille, sans Israfil et Tarja, il y aurait moins d’émotions dans ce carnet.
Ce carnet est aussi un cadeau de noël pour ma fille, parce qu'il n'est pas obligatoire de consommer à outrance pour lui démontrer que je l'aime.
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Our first trip to two canoes, to each his own boat, to each his meditations.
This notebook is dedicated to my daughter Amélie,
because before leaving I had, like her, underestimated her ability to be a vagabond.
When she unrolls this notebook, she is just waiting to leave together with her canoe.
We thought that this trip would be very different from that of 2017, indeed it was really a notch above, as much in the emotions of our father-daughter relationship, as through the meetings that took place.
The title is also a tribute because without my daughter, without Israfil and Tarja, there would be less emotion in this notebook.
This notebook is also a Christmas gift for my daughter, because it is not compulsory to consume excessively to show her that I love her.
Quand : 24/06/2019
Durée : 85 jours
Durée : 85 jours
Distance globale :
705km
Dénivelées :
+3658m /
-4314m
Alti min/max : 54m/258m
Carnet publié par SupervagabondS
le 10 oct. 2019
modifié le 22 juil. 2020
modifié le 22 juil. 2020
Coup de coeur !
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Vue d'ensemble
Le topo : Nav 10 / 23 Juillet (mise à jour : 27 déc. 2019)
Distance section :
35.6km
Dénivelées section :
+916m /
-939m
Section Alti min/max : 98m/98m
Le compte-rendu : Nav 10 / 23 Juillet (mise à jour : 27 déc. 2019)
Mohd and Marina left for Helsinki the day before.
We embark after a day of rest and the threat of a municipal employee to call the police if we do not leave the premises this morning! People have complained about our presence.
His exaggerated tone and his deplorable arguments send us back to our nomadic status.
We embark after a day of rest and the threat of a municipal employee to call the police if we do not leave the premises this morning! People have complained about our presence.
His exaggerated tone and his deplorable arguments send us back to our nomadic status.
We clear the place with the feeling of being vagabonds since we were told that there is a campsite at the entrance of the city, and that we should have gone there.
- Hello, you know that we are not allowed to be here?
- Yes of course, but as you see we respect the place and like us
arrived late last night, we had to spend the night somewhere.
- There is a campsite at the entrance to the city!
- Yes, we passed by yesterday, arriving by canoe at Heinola
- This is where we should go!
- Yes but if we had been there, we would not have met these nice people! Then
we leave tomorrow morning, I promise you!
- Tomorrow morning, is that certain?
- Since I tell you!
- It's better for you! Goodbye !
- Welcome in Finland !
- Hello, you know that we are not allowed to be here?
- Yes of course, but as you see we respect the place and like us
arrived late last night, we had to spend the night somewhere.
- There is a campsite at the entrance to the city!
- Yes, we passed by yesterday, arriving by canoe at Heinola
- This is where we should go!
- Yes but if we had been there, we would not have met these nice people! Then
we leave tomorrow morning, I promise you!
- Tomorrow morning, is that certain?
- Since I tell you!
- It's better for you! Goodbye !
- Welcome in Finland !
We know that a few hours of paddling will be enough to make us forget the unnecessary aggressiveness of his behavior.
Freedom is expensive, however we prefer not to pay, certain that it can still be enjoyed without a monetary concept.
Freedom is expensive, however we prefer not to pay, certain that it can still be enjoyed without a monetary concept.
We have to go around Heinola for 18 kilometers and complete a navigation of around forty kilometers. The paper mill spreads a strange smell that fluffs the nostrils, as difficult to define as to appreciate, the same that we perceived when arriving in town two days before.
Still few clouds to provide shade, but ideal sailing conditions to enjoy a feeling of happiness.
A clever seagull shows up at the snack break and feasts on the pieces of bread that we give it.
It is not unreachable to enjoy a relationship with the wilderness, even if she just came to join us because she suspected that there was a possibility of taxing food!
Basically, we just hope that she will have a feeling of gratitude.
Basically, we just hope that she will have a feeling of gratitude.
Most of the time we stay in the canoes for our snack breaks in the shade. Our kneeling places are really comfortable and it is only the need to urinate that dislodges us.
Light reflects under the bridge and creates a psychedelic atmosphere.
All twirling, elusive.
Every moment is always there.
Every moment is always there.
We are going upstream and we really have to shovel the water to move forward.
You advance without suspecting that I observe at this point the least of your paddle strokes.
We recover a lake which will lead us to another river, everything is linked while the distance is established.
The sun begins to slowly reach the horizon, it's time to consider ending the day.
We arrive around 10 p.m. at the start of a small river that we have to cross for 600 meters against the current.
So small that the map does not show any roadblocks.
So small that the map does not show any roadblocks.
We see it as the last effort of the day, because we have spotted a possible bivouac just after crossing this rapids.
For the first time, Amélie manages alone against the tide, her balance and her ability to move forward in this river with slippery stones leaves me wondering !
Everything seems so natural to you.
You follow me in silence and in the din of the prevailing current.
You follow me in silence and in the din of the prevailing current.
I expected that your adolescence could find all this much too restrictive, but you seem on the contrary, take the same pleasure as me to go up a river.
Some trunks need to be cut.
Obviously, we use the saw so often that it is stored at the bottom of a bag which is tidy under the tarpaulin !
What an opportunity to feel "adventurous": nature prevents us from progressing and yet we will have to pass.
The trunk is so long that it has to be sawn into three parts.
The operation for three trees takes more than half an hour in total.
It's the end of the day and nothing had prepared us to have to postpone the end.
Wwouaahh, I would have liked so much that someone would pass this on to me at the same age, you will do what you feel good with this heritage, because you master it even better than I, who needed so much time to learn.
My admiration is as great as it remains discreet, because with you for all these years, it is a discipline not to binge on what you represent for me.
As in this rapid, I let you do it, I let you progress hoping that the link that unites us cannot be broken, because it contributes to the maintenance of our reasons for existing.
You move forward without anything being able to provide you with an excuse to stop, you remain calm and channel the slightest difficulty in becoming an advantage of having crossed it.
I'm watching you progress and I feel like I'm taking a lesson.
A tiny roadblock wiped out all our hopes of ending the day soon, we have to get past this obstacle because going back is not our way of being.
A tiny roadblock wiped out all our hopes of ending the day soon, we have to get past this obstacle because going back is not our way of being.
We land on a bank where there is a small house and after such a day, nothing prevents us from believing that anyone can help us.
Awakened by his wife, the man who was taking a scorching nap puts on a shirt, then I show him our objective on the GPS.
He explains to me that there has been a portage path for more than 100 years! And that he is ready to trace it using his quad to help us.
After having partially explored the path, I tell him clearly that I refuse to go there, the land is completely chaotic, so I ask him if we can go through the property which has an ideal access to the next lake, he tells me that 'he will call the owner for his authorization. It is only a portage of a single kilometer, but it is a steep climb of 500 meters and an equally long and unforgiving descent ... And we have two canoes !
No time to take pictures of the portage, it is already 11 pm when we start to carry, we find in the hoped place a bivouac of vagabonds on a forest path. The tent is placed at 2 am on the tracks of the machines which come to cut the wood and which leave real niches in the ground !