Travelling with My Buddy

Max resting in the truck.

It was nearing the end of October which, around here, traditionally means you can't count on the weather anymore.  From this point forward any attempt at predictability goes out the window, and Mother Nature makes obscene gestures at the well-learned meteorologists who try to understand what she's doing.  Despite that, or perhaps because of it, I set out to chase down one particular abandonment I feared may not survive the coming winter.

The Trip to Fort George

Gassing up the car.

I set out on an October Sunday morning, ready to begin what I knew was going to be an adventure. Although I had many kilometres between me and my goal, I was eager to begin, and even more eager to arrive. While I was discounting the long drive there as merely an obstacle, I would eventually realize that it was as important as the destination.

Fort George, Quebec

After two days of driving, experiencing the James Bay Road, and eventually falling asleep under the blanket of Northern Lights, I awoke Tuesday morning excited and raring to go. I was to meet Roger, my contact, at his business in Chisasibi, a First Nations community about 100 km west of Radision, QC.

Lakewood Motel

While camping at an Ontario Provincial Park, we decided, as we often do, to take a drive and explore the surroundings beyond the park.  On this particular day, the weather was being a little uncooperative, so we didn't mind spending the time in the truck.