SupervagabondS - Révérence
Quand : 29/06/21
Durée : 70 jours
Durée : 70 jours
Distance globale :
751km
Dénivelées :
+6564m /
-6943m
Alti min/max : -79m/281m
Carnet publié par SupervagabondS
le 19 nov. 2021
modifié le 22 févr. 2022
modifié le 22 févr. 2022
Coup de coeur !
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Vue d'ensemble
Le topo : 19 Août Nav 19 (mise à jour : 12 févr. 2022)
Distance section :
59.1km
Dénivelées section :
+1095m /
-1107m
Section Alti min/max : -79m/156m
Le compte-rendu : 19 Août Nav 19 (mise à jour : 12 févr. 2022)
From that day an insane energy seizes us, to the point of accomplishing despite ourselves, 61 km for this day!
We have the wind at our backs and in the morning, I have trouble catching up with my daughter who is steering away and shoving me 2km in sight !
We have the wind at our backs and in the morning, I have trouble catching up with my daughter who is steering away and shoving me 2km in sight !
We continue towards the north when we now know that Amélie will have to return to high school in a fortnight.
It's a headlong rush !
You press the previous button and everything happens automatically, it's the monotonous throbbing of the modern world.
Without being the same age, we can still look in the same direction.
You don't like me filming you and that's good !
It's all about letting go !
Following you reassures me of your abilities.
The break is timed, our goal is so far that nothing convinces us that we will reach it.
At the end of the day after 10 hours of sailing, the weather suddenly gets tougher...
So I launch the drone, just to flatter our egos.
We have a tailwind but it beats hard and produces unmanageable waves.
We talk to each other screaming, the wind forces us to do it and the adrenaline does the rest.
I see Amélie getting carried away by waves that make her travel 15 meters in a second !
However, she carelessly manages to be tossed about like this, she now knows that she is going to high school !
My canoe is in constant pain: I constantly have to counteract the sustained effect of the waves on its directivity.
So much so that I only paddle on one side to keep it in its trajectory, for too long !
We realize that this navigation will remain anchored in our memories.
Because it is enough to be a little afraid not to forget.
Sometimes the waves throw me in the way without my being able to counter them, the inertia of the canoe is insane.
And putting it back in its trajectory requires an inconceivable effort, so sometimes I let it turn and I engage a more manageable 360°.
There are pains confined inside,
because they have no place elsewhere.
We only keep in mind,
the moments that allowed us to understand,
that the best thing was to be together.
Try to recover a drone by hand in such conditions, you'll let me know !
After 12 hours of navigation we decide to confine ourselves to music, to each his helmet, to each his playlist.
We will arrive around two o'clock in the morning, after 20 hours of navigation, in the rain.
It was really borderline having to manage so much wind and rain in such a dark night.
I even got stranded on rocks that were outcropping 2 km before the finish.
It was really borderline having to manage so much wind and rain in such a dark night.
I even got stranded on rocks that were outcropping 2 km before the finish.
It was a bit of a panic since the waves took advantage of it to submerge my canoe, which was really stuck on the rocks, while Amélie was pushed by the wind without being able to stay by my side.
What a relief to think back to all these adventures, warm in our duvets, lying in the tent.
We are just in front of Kuopio and also know that we will have to seriously think about turning around.
It took us about twenty days to get there from the campsite,
and the start of the school year in high school is in 15 days, without forgetting that the return trip to France requires 3 days.
The atmosphere changes between us since we are certain that once we return we will no longer live together on a daily basis!
- Don't worry dad, I'll come home every weekend!
- Don't worry, I know very well that you won't come home every weekend!
- Uh you really think?!
- Of course my daughter, you will grow up realizing it! I just need to find myself a dog, I don't want to be alone at home when I've been thinking about this dog for so long !
- Don't worry dad, I'll come home every weekend!
- Don't worry, I know very well that you won't come home every weekend!
- Uh you really think?!
- Of course my daughter, you will grow up realizing it! I just need to find myself a dog, I don't want to be alone at home when I've been thinking about this dog for so long !
Israfil & Tarja have informed us that rabbitkoira, the Finnish shepherd, exist in France and even in Brittany !
I search on the internet and I find,
this irresistible puppy ! A pure Lapinkoïra whose strain is Swedish.
When I see him, I hold my heartstrings because I find it hard to believe that I will be able to adopt him as easily as I would like.
After a few text messages, I call the breeder who also finds it funny to know that we are in Finland and cannot find a puppy! At the end of the discussion, I make the payment to reserve the puppy that I will pick up on our return to France.
I have just adopted a puppy and my life already seems impacted: I think about it constantly and this responsibility is growing while we still have to accomplish our return to Antolla.
Amélie does the same with the new life that awaits her and that she was hoping for so much.
Amélie does the same with the new life that awaits her and that she was hoping for so much.
Since we have completed the Varkaus / Kuopio distance, we are therefore able to do it again in the opposite direction !
We decide two days of rest to prepare for the distance that awaits us and also to recover from the one we have accomplished, I probably no longer have the head to take mushrooms, we have to go back, and as everyone now has a goal very precise who awaits him in France, we begin to consider that it is the end of the voyage.
We thought we would stay two days but the too windy weather on the third day convinced us to stay another night there.
We would have had to fight against the wind like slaves all day and we would surely not have reached Varkaus.
On the evening of the third day, the day before an impatient departure, I ate a quarter of a tube of sweetened condensed milk 2 months out of date, and 10 minutes later, I was in the sand throwing up my guts.
But that doesn't seem to be enough: nausea came over me afterwards and diarrhea prevented me from sleeping, I had to go to the toilet 15 times during the night and vomit several times.
We know that the wind will change direction and that tomorrow will be the last weather window that we absolutely have to take advantage of.
Amélie gets up as planned at 5am, while I haven't slept all night, feel sick, and find it hard to believe that I will be able to sail to Varkaus.