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 7 / 18 Juillet (updated : 24 Dec 2019)
Section distance :
22.8km
Height difference for this section :
+37m /
-61m
Section Alti min/max : 102m/102m
Report : Nav 7 / 18 Juillet (updated : 24 Dec 2019)
After three days of rest, sun and care, we leave for Heinola where we are supposed to recover a second-hand drone, sent by post from France.
Finns are on vacation and they are like tourists in their country !
It is also our first lock, still free in Finland.
While my daughter is docking at the mooring one, I swing her a valve which asks her to lift her glasses to check if it is I who just used such insolence to make her laugh !
Time to make the situation paltry and the wall disappeared in the water. The lock is triggered with a zipper.
The lock basin measures 500 meters! And yet everything is filled only in a few minutes, without any eddies.
I barely have time to stretch my legs that it is already time to leave.
You take your trip in hand and after crossing this morning, under the sun and in the waves, we are heading for the most populated portion of the trip.
We have the same canoes, but also the same paddles, the same GPS, the same hats, the same boots, the same duvets, the same mattresses, the same hats, the same pants, the same tarps, the same trolleys, and above all the same desire to paddle, but we agree to live each our own feelings.
I am starting to give you lessons and advice, now that your muscles are used to paddling, it is time for you to become aware of your mistakes so as not to maintain them ad vitam eternam.
The morning is devoted to raising awareness of the handling of the paddle, the position of the body, the transmission of effort to the canoe and the mind that should not worry. Sometimes it gets you drunk but I impose this requirement on you, because flourishing depends only on yourself.
Then, in the afternoon, everyone moves forward as they see fit, managing to channel their thoughts.
Then, in the afternoon, everyone moves forward as they see fit, managing to channel their thoughts.
I let you get ahead then I catch up with you, and once at your height, you can not help wanting to follow my steady pace, this is also how you progress. I'm your hare, Turtle Kanot !
We did not know how to give this day any other interest than that of getting closer to a goal.
The bivouac is infested with mosquitoes, it is the end of a path at the edge of the water, there are houses everywhere and as we sail between two banks a little steep, it is not difficult to note that we have no other choice.
The bivouac is infested with mosquitoes, it is the end of a path at the edge of the water, there are houses everywhere and as we sail between two banks a little steep, it is not difficult to note that we have no other choice.