{"id":82459,"date":"2025-08-12T10:21:48","date_gmt":"2025-08-12T14:21:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/abitibi-temiscamingue.org\/?p=82459"},"modified":"2025-08-12T10:28:50","modified_gmt":"2025-08-12T14:28:50","slug":"camping-family-roadtrip-117","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atrat.lebleu.co\/en\/camping-family-roadtrip-117\/","title":{"rendered":"Camping, Chaos and Snacks\u00a0: Recount of a family roadtrip on road 117"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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In this tender and decidedly funny story, Kary-Ann, our Executive Assistant, takes you along on the epic family road trip she took down route 117. An overstuffed trunk, miles of \u201care we there yet?\u201d and a box full of memories : that\u2019s what awaited her\u2026 before returning, as always, to her beloved Abitibi-T\u00e9miscamingue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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Everything started with an idea thrown around in between two loads of laundry: \u201cAnd if we went camping in Stoneham this Summer?\u201d Three kids, two adults, a tent, 9 hours and 30 minutes of driving and I said yes with the enthusiasm of a mother still believing in miracles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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So, here is our great family adventure of the Summer, sprinkled with Goldfish<\/em> cracker crumbs, with magic and with \u201cAre we there yet?\u201d But most of all, more memories that we will bring back home with a little more sand in our shoes and even more love in our keepsake box. But, before the S\u2019Mores, the soft mornings and the too cold pools, we had to face the Jeep packing challenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KM\u00a0O | Too many luggages, but a lot of hope<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I left Rouyn with my daughter Hazalie and enough luggage to furnish a 2-bedrooms apartment. We had bought an XXL roofbox, yet I was not even sure everything would fit in. My boyfriend was waiting for us in Val-d\u2019Or with his children, Emma-Rose and Edouard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When he saw our luggages, Vincent looked at the box, looked at me, then looked at the box again. And then, he had that intense look that we see on the face of police officers in the middle of a hostage negotiation. At this stage, I got the memo. I dropped our bags and had a sip of coffee in silence. Packing is his sacred ritual: we must not talk, we must not help, we must stay away, and nod as if everything was working out perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When he packs the car, he becomes a kind of Canadian Tire version of Mr Miyagi. He did it, and then, against all odds, and against all laws of physics, the box closed completely. That\u2019s when the vacations began. Comfortably set up tightly, with a light heart, and some country music in the speakers, a little voice rose to break the silence: \u201cI\u2019m hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KM\u00a03 | Where are we at?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u00c7a a commenc\u00e9 \u00e0 la sortie de Val-d\u2019Or.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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