self supported through North America
March 12, 2020
The eyes open, the morning light awakens us from our dreams and we look at the yellow color of the inner tent. The zippers are covered with a thick layer of frost, our nose is cold and we blow large white clouds of warm breath that immediately freezes in the air...
April 3, 2020
We are seven hours in the bus and ten days of skiing away from Quebec City, we are in "le gran ville" Sept-Îles and it is time for some rest days. Olivier's feet don't look and the pain can be read from his grim face. We take three days of rest to get our feet recovered.
April 17, 2020
We haven't seen anyone on the trail for the last two days, except for our skidoo friend, Norbert, who spoiled us with warm soup and biscuits. We wonder where all the other travellers, all those who have the Route Blanche as their destination...
April 28, 2020
The snow is a white blanket interrupted by two continuous lines with a horizontal frayed pattern in between. These are the clear markings of a skidoo, a snowmobile that seems to have passed here yesterday...