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 20 / 11 Août (mise à jour : 26 déc. 2019)
Distance section :
13.6km
Dénivelées section :
+61m /
-75m
Section Alti min/max : 95m/95m
Le compte-rendu : Nav 20 / 11 Août (mise à jour : 26 déc. 2019)
So close to departure, there is little that can influence us to question everything.
We are the last to leave the place, but that does not make our feeling of having to do it any easier.
It’s the island that makes us want to stay there.
These canoes now represent all the differences that connect our individualities. Some see only objects there, for us they are traveling companions to be respected.
Everyone has their own relationship with their canoe, and even if they are identically the same, there is no question of being able to confuse them.
With so much space we still find a way to reach ourselves.
We weave our way between the tourist islands to finally decide to flee the groups of sailors who congregate there, in order to afford a sauna that we refuse to monetize. We have never paid for a sauna in Finland, it is not worthy of vagrants. Then it is better to learn not to accept, rather than to always consume and believe that it is the only possibility.
A gale is preparing but we decide to start a small crossing of ten kilometers which will become ultra sporty. I see that your ability to paddle requires only to measure yourself, so let's go for a nice discussion with the elements, towards a beach that will be the reward for our efforts.
The waves jostle us and cause our temptation to weaken, yet nothing will prevent us from reaching our destination, we are now used to it.
There is so little to go that flinching depends only on our mind, so inclined to always have to bear. The wind blows without the image being able to demonstrate its brutality.
Amélie enjoys the pleasure mixed with the difficulty of sailing in these devious conditions. The drone films a little, but the majority of the journey takes place in pouring rain, which the wind makes scathing.
It is enough for me to stay behind you to be able to observe your way of struggling.
Sometimes you get angry at the elements that break your pace, but it is only the expression of your determination that you will learn to make silent.
You quickly understood that to travel by canoe, it was not enough to have a boat, also remains to paddle and find the time too short.
Arriving around 10 p.m. in the dark, the wind was such that it took more than an hour to successfully pitch the tent in the rain.
The place seems special to us because it is at the end of a peninsula which cuts Lake Saimaa in half in its middle.
The little storm of the day before made us admit that we will have to leave the place with good weather.
We are in the middle of Saimaa and there is no one other than us, although there are many firesides along the beaches.
It is a day of rest watching the weather and the barometer, we do not want to drag on here: Juha offered us the opportunity to spend a few days in a small house which belongs to his family and which is located towards Ruokolahti. ..Of course there is a sauna !
It has become our goal and to reach it, we have to cross the other half of Saimaa to the south, then after a few days of rest and saunas, we will head north towards Antolla.
I just keep the drone above us, because the wind is so strong that it is already a big risk to have sent it to the air !
Small storms follow one another throughout the day, these are the residues of the monster that raged the day before.
We weren't quiet the day before to see the tent martyred by the insane gusts and to hear the rain falling so massively that we really had to raise our voices to speak to each other.
Thunder was everywhere around us, lightning too, it was a general outburst of the elements.
Besides, a tree fell during the night and the forest is strewn with it. Obviously, we always pay attention to where we pitch the tent.
A touch of beauty is enough to flood everything else.
The place is great for falling asleep and waking up to the sounds of nature.