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.
When : 6/24/19
Length : 85 days
Length : 85 days
Total distance :
705km
Height difference :
+3658m /
-4314m
Alti min/max : 54m/258m
Guidebook created by SupervagabondS
on 10 Oct 2019
updated on 22 Jul 2020
updated on 22 Jul 2020
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Global view
Guidebook : Nav 3 / 6 Juillet (updated : 24 Dec 2019)
Section distance :
21.7km
Height difference for this section :
+493m /
-666m
Section Alti min/max : 248m/248m
Report : Nav 3 / 6 Juillet (updated : 24 Dec 2019)
A day of rest for an endless day of navigation is the rhythm that we have established for years and that we try to respect as much as possible, so much it suits us. The engine is no longer useful, you discover your ability to paddle and you want to measure yourself.
We leave knowing that other portages await us to the great lakes of Paijanne and that one of the carriage wheels is unusable, it will suffice to find a solution.
We are not advancing to align the kilometers, but simply to feel the effort made, while savoring our adaptation.
We descend the Hartola River to reach the Paijanne National Park, we already took this route for canoe kayaks in 2017, and it was an opportunity to complete 103 kilometers in a single navigation.
Suddenly Amélie imagines herself achieving the same record! No matter how much I explain to him that at the start of the trip it will not be possible, nothing stops him from continuing to paddle since his engine became useless to flatter his pride. Your pleasure of paddling takes precedence over the ease of letting yourself be led by a boring rhythm.
I hear my daughter tell me that going down this river is happiness, for a father it is exhilarating, but I must remind him that we will soon cross the great lakes and that the weather conditions can become dangerous there.
A too low walkway forces us into insignificant acrobatics ...
But this may be the time to believe you are adventurers on an expedition !
Right after we wait for a fast one full of obstacles.
The prevailing current leads me to believe that the passage will only be possible by putting your feet on the ground !
Amélie launches and the current takes her directly on a siding, my only fear and to see the water fill her canoe and thus to freeze it on the bottom, blocked by the weight of the water.
I fix myself in the din of the fast and I observe from a distance how you get out of this liquid mess !
Finally, it is feet on the ground that humans are always able to move forward.
Even if they don't always stay dry, our boots are made of rubber and neoprene, lined with nylon jersey, so even when they are wet on the inside, they do not feel cold.
It is the end of the day and after more than 12 hours in a canoe, there is only one bivouac to constrain our desire to find.
By chance, and advised by the fatigue that prompted us to come and see, we unearth a bivouac with a fire pit which seems to be the lair of the local fishermen to grill the fish there.
It is an island among many others and even without any certainty, we can only believe it.
It is indeed a corner of bivouac at the gates of Jousta, we are so ready for the city that we will enjoy a good part of the night of the muffled vibrations of techno music coming from the fun fair which is in full swing in this summer season.
The night is never dark in this period, so the Finns take the opportunity to scream in the middle of the night in a microphone that saturates our tolerance of having to be woken up !
We put things into perspective by taking a little height, without forgetting that we have chosen to sail in a populated region.
Our island is just as insignificant as our anger, although the worst is yet to come.
It’s the next morning, when I’m peeing outside at pancake time, I hear an uncertain noise in the tent that doesn’t bode well, but I’m not worrying unnecessarily.
Only in the second that follows, I see Amélie coming out of the tent in tears and who will throw herself into the water fully clothed without my understanding anything. I do not yet realize what has just taken place.