UNSINKABLE BLUE CANOEStory and Photography by Pamela A. Campbell
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Saint-Ferreol-les-Neiges, Quebec: The simple black and white printed sheet with bold letters proclaiming "LE CANYON SECRET' is not as revealing as the trip itself, especially since I can't read a word of French, but nevertheless peaks my interest.
A quick call to tour guide Bruno Saucier sees us on our way to find No. 3134 on the main road from Mont-Sainte-Anne, that turns out to be a brown, sheet metal building on the right hand side. Its walls are lined with two-piece wet suits, lifejackets, neat rows of booties and helmets in different sizes. Bruno and Mylene are Class 1 and 2 professional river guides at Le Canyon Secret, the place for rafting (in May) and canoeing over |
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rapids in June. Bruno's English is better than my French, so we settle on English to communicate for the next three hours or so. Mylene decides smiling is better and thus begins our acquaintance.
There are two trips, L'Exploration for two or three persons who will take the canoe out by themselves or L'Experience VIP for inexperienced visitors (we take this one). Bruno helps us select our outfits and with helmets in hand, we are ready and raring to go. The drive from Saint-Ferreol takes us through the countryside and eventually to Sept-Chutes, where we must lug the packed canoes, blue and yellow paddles and other gear down a path to the water. This is workout number one, Bruno tells us jokingly. The canoes are two and a half feet wide and carries up to four persons. Canyon Secret will take bookings from visitors 14 years and older who must know how to swim. There are also safety directions we must follow before we can set off.
Next we are given mandatory safety directions. "If the canoe tips over, keep the paddle with you, then as quickly as possible, sit as if you are in a lazy boy, " Bruno advises. "Let yourself go downstream with the current, and never try to stand up - your feet can get caught between the rocks." This is so important he stresses the point again, "Let yourself go down into the water, then try to climb on to a rock." Sometimes the rushing water only allows for communicating by signs so it's a fist on the helmet that indicates 'okay' and you raise your hand for a question or if you need help. Bruno booms out , "Now" and we begin paddling feverishly only to raise our paddles out of the water when he shouts "Stop." Much to his amusement, I erupt into sporadic giggles simply because I am having such a good time.
Just more than halfway down the river, we stop for a break to indulge in light snacks, basking in the sun while enjoying the scenery. The "Pelican Dry Box" is opened up and out comes my camera so that we can have some more fun, but on land this time. We follow more than six kilometers of shoreline and 30 rapids later, we are savoring our final moments of this trip. The canoes are overturned and deflated, then tightly rolled up to fit into the huge backpacks and our final 'workout' begins - we must climb up a fairly steep hill to rejoin the vehicle that will take us back to Saint-Ferreol.
Thanks for the experience, Bruno.
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