Expedition
to the Torngat Mountains
Day
14: Wednesday, August 22
Home is nearing
A funny thought strikes
me this morning: in spite of being isolated from the rest
of the world, I feel a need to be alone for a while, to hear
no voices around me...
As it turns out, Lisette comes with me downstream at 9:30
a.m. for another rest day spent fishing. I catch my biggest
fish yet in the rapids and backcurrent downstream from camp,
and we gather enough big, ripe blueberries to satisfy the
whole group at breakfast the next day. We lunch on freshly
caught fish cooked on a flat rock over a fire on the shore
(so fresh the fillets curl and twist with the heat) and munch
blueberries for dessert.
When we arrive back
at camp at about 4:00 p.m., laden with fish and fruit, we
note that Vinh's tent is gone. Apparently, he decided to head
back to the landing strip after all, to go off exploring to
the northeast. Normand and Bruno arrive about an hour and
a half later, tired from climbing the peak directly across
the river from camp.
I itch from several
black fly and mosquito bites. No matter. The comfort, and
especially the food, of home are nearing
Day
15: The strongest winds yet
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