We woke up to our first unhurried morning of the trip. A few hours driving until 1 a.m. the previous night had us at the Rouge put-in, and after a relaxed breakfast we walked across the street to the river. One of our U.S. friends Chris works with Canada’s Esprit Whitewater Rafting and joined us…
Holly didn’t boat on the Batiscan . Service announcement — dehydration is a serious matter. Brown claw is no longer funny when your hands lock into that position from low sodium and potassium. Sabrina also didn’t boat as she had to make her way over to Esquif to meet Jacques and discuss a boat design. So…
After the Doncaster Holly and I were starting to get good at translating Queeb speak. We learned that “this river is easy” means “the river is not easy.” Another good one is “I know the river” means “I don’t know this river I only paddled it once.” Wednesday we met up with Gigi and Marc…
We woke up to Holly’s birthday and the first river in Quebec. Marie-eve thought we should all paddle the Doncaster, a narrow creek full of slides and boofs. We met one of her paddling friends Patrick, who would show us down the run. Before that, though, it was essential we have a costume dance and…
Day one officially hit of the Boof Sister Tour. Months of selling calendars and stickers, telling everyone to support us and look for our posts on Facebook, planning, changing plans, and finalizing plans we’d end up changing throughout the tour anyway, we all finally woke up to the first day of the Boof Sister Summer…
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