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Historic Event (Marcus 25 day hike for autism) First Part Draft 4 for research website.
Wednesday January 21, 2009 12:44am
Introduction Presentation - style Narration third person point of view, and first point of view.
- true story - story starts in the middle of the journey.

Historic Event, a boy name Marcus walks with Autism Through the Muskeg to find a better quality of life for himself and others like him in hopes to raise enough money through pledges. We celebrated in October 4, 2008 for completing the trek from Hawily Lake to Peawanuck on foot. Impossible but it can be done.
　
The Story... my personal version and told through my eyes and experiences.

The trek becomes very difficult, the fourteen days were only preliminary rounds compare to this new terrain they now face, how ironic
Marcus is moving into adulthood and this is the cursor of the struggle they now face. The family of four think nothing of
it and push forward into the first day in the muskeg with their four legged company of 3 are still tagging along, from the oldest name Mongo, Tea and
Dam. The fourth one did not make it and his name was Coffee who lost his life a month prior to this event, he was the oldest and smallest light brown
mud but had the respect of top dog and admiration of southerners. How the family wish they still had him and like a biblical tale Coffee was denied his ultimate gift because their reward for being so faithful they take sacrifice in order for people to believe, to see clearly and understand that death isn’t the end. Coffee is with them in the form of memory.
The land is very much different to human beings,
to dogs it's glorious and to the 2 legged creatures it is a nightmare after moving for only a distant of one mile they come to a wet dead end. This
creek is flooded and now they walk along it and as they past the first bags previously drop ahead by the men early in the morning, they trek pass by
them as routinely been acquired habit since the gear is still too heavy to carry all at once. The food bag hangs from the tree while the one in the
blue barrel sits below on the ground and they do not want any incident to occur where one of the dogs help themselves to a feast "and especially the
crazy one Dam". Out of the comforts of solid ground, the walk is spongy and now they make their way north along side the flooded creek to the west.
It is a distance away but the pathfinder must find a crossing before sunset.

So this is what it feels like to step into the shoes of my people in 1738, its been 14 days to get here and finally we are trekking into unknown territory
and I've been bracing for this moment and know it was coming. The muskeg in mid September is not a good time to travel this place especially on foot
and my father has brought us this far and he hasn't collapse yet. He is doing good for an old diabetic man and has only a couple of years until he is
able to retire. Our society isn't too accommodating to my company of fellow trekkers because my parents are almost senior citizens and
my little brother Marcus is severely autistic, and this is his first year of being a teenager and to start what better way to transcend into adulthood;
has this ever been done before? Surviving the muskeg and I know Mount Everest is been done before and I think I'd rather be doing that instead of this,
at least in Mount Everest the ground is stable. The higher ground from here doesn't exist but once we cross this creek tomorrow that will be a point of
no return, this is what I've been aware of and how we did this almost out of the blue might have been a bad idea. The tarp tent is set and we made
little progress under this gloomy grey day. Tomorrow Albert says we'll make up for lost time since this evening we made the bridge across the creek
just before night overwhelm us.

The family of four settled near the place where they plan to cross the creek and Gilbert is contemplating by the fire of what tomorrows
strategy will be like. As today events start to register in his mind he knows that he must change here and throw everything he learn previously on solid ground,
to start fresh and think positive, because discouraging thoughts can bring insanity. Thoughts like where are we suppose to sleep in this god forsaken
place, how are we going to cross massive wet areas and in mid September the water temperature is cold, this is the first creek we encountered out
in this wet wasteland and we failed to cross it, is there going to be more? Are we going to fail, are we going to make it out of here? Gilbert has
never been through this place in his life and this may be his once in a life time experience to really feel truly alone from civilization and beliefs
he is at the mercy of mother nature as well.

The next day brings a sobering welcome, the sun finally comes out and like every other day the men leave in the morning and once they cross the creek
they run into a big problem, another big wet problem right after this one and out in the muskeg is a hidden open creek which they can't pass, so they
make their once again north trek along it which seems to get bigger and branch off into many streams and pools. An hour the path finder attempts to cross it but
only fails once before finding a way across this open wet muskeg creek. They can now continue west and the morning is spent when they finally reach a
moderate big lake where they decide this is the point they leave their heavy gear and turn back for the rest of the camp gear. The pathfinder decides
not to go back the same way and Gilbert thinks that this matter will get worse, that it will be a waste of time but doesn't question the path finders
decision. They take a different route but all of that is in vain, it is just as hard this way but successfully manage to break through the barriers.
Gilbert arrives first to the camp and a few minutes his father trails behind him and is as fatigue as if he was carrying a heavy bag that he left behind
at the lake. Albert slouches down on a seat and comments on how difficult this morning is, that "it was very hard" while mother dishes out a bowl of boiled
caribou meat. The first round and the second round in this wet terrain proves more discouraging to Marcus; the sleds come on this final trip. Helen drags the blue sled
and up ahead Gilbert drags the red one while Marcus walks between them, while the pathfinder goes up ahead but rarely not out of sight. Two hours into
the muskeg trek Marcus becomes frustrated and fines the opportunity to unleash his fury by putting his boot in the face of his mother while she was bent low
attending to her sled from a short tea break. Helen becomes upset to why Gilbert didn't stop Marcus from his kick, Gilbert wasn't expecting that
and that he was still recovering from exhaustion. The men had a few giggles because they couldn't help it and Marcus quickly became calmer as they
continue onward as the frustrations lifted into the evening. They made progress and they settled their camp on the north side of the moderate big lake.

I let my mind drift into space, it became empty and I only thought was of my foot, when the next step is coming up, and then the next, and then the next all
day. My mind was clear and absolutely free of negative thought's despite what Marcus did to mother today. She also had a smile in her face anyway
because Marcus never hits her mom, this is the first. We are camping by the lake and that will do us good, I like the scenery and looking at the sunset.
Mother finish her day with a splash, she fell in a small creek here at camp so with success I tried my best not to laugh at her. This isn't so bad
camping beside a lake with good size trees to take cover from the elements particularly from wind. Yes this lake has given my spirits new heights
and mother nature will take care of us, she is entertaining this evening with flocks of endless singing geese passing by and they are going south for
the winter. And I shall settle in instead of contemplating of other worldly events.
　
　
A Rude awakening startled the family very early in the morning by the barks of Mongo and the loud heavy snuff followed by a low screech sound of an
unknown animal. Gilbert came out first out of the tarp tent and then followed by Albert a minute later. They each both had the same rifle and that
they were waiting for the sound coming from the trees to continue its yelling but this was no ordinary animal. This creature knew that a new thread
was looming near by, and so did Mongo notice when he heard the first click of the rifle, he quickly squirm into the tent where Mongo was yelled at
by Helen but refuse to leave the shelter; Mongo is no stranger to loud boom sticks. It was too dark to see anything while they stood and
listen for awhile and they heard something in the trees moving away quietly. Time past and Gilbert makes a fire, the fire was lit by the reminding warm
charcoal of what little was left from a few hours before and without having to lit it with man made devices like matches or lighters. When the
campfire has reach its peak an assurance restores them with security. Albert goes inside the tent for some more shut eye and Mongo is force out of the
tent. During this time Gilbert notice the other dogs, that they never join in with the barking like most dogs would do and that was strange. He sips on some
tea from the thermos and decides to wait out the night and position himself behind a few trees for cover and inches away from the fire towards the lake,
he faces north where the sound was last heard and his rifle place in arms reach leaning against the tree. The wait ends when the sun is almost over the horizon.

Albert checks the area for tracks when the first light breaks but finds nothing, or any traces of large animal like a caribou or polar bear would leave
behind. Instead they discover something else extraordinary the night left behind as well, to their amazement the frost all over the grass and along
the lake isn't what they expect to see in this trip. It has already taken them more than the projected ten days to complete the trip and they
were just a little more halfway done and yet so much is changing in the environment, it is turning into autumn right before their eyes.

I did not notice the pestering mosquitoes and what a relief it is, this could have been a different story if we were moving quickly and come to think
of it I don't remember them pestering us for awhile now. They would have been terrible here, and how lucky we are. Mother is cooking us lunch while
father went up ahead with the heavy gear and I went back for the other. I made a few adjustments on this
soft and squishy terrain, I notice that I can not put any weight on my heels or toes but evenly or else I'd go through, and naturally
this takes skill and instinct I suppose and so far I only went through once this morning unlike the first time. The problem now is phasing because this
ground doesn't allow me to phase at a steady tempo, so reserving energy is out the window, after all we do walk all day with succumb weight that the
ground sucks me in if I go too slow and I'm still very cautious of where I step, I have yet to recognize which part of the soft terrain is stable and
strong enough to step on.
This is great for a camera shot at the edge of a forest and a muskeg lake in the open, I shall once again pull out my
companion camcorder while there is still time.

They enter the boreal forest that noon right after they were done lunch and when they did the dogs renew with excitement from the once
familiar growth, they too were tired of the muskeg. They run about while their masters pull and tug their way through this place. The sun has a few
hours left in the horizon and it already has dim in here. They settle at the edge of this place and after the usual routine of setting up camp Gilbert
makes spears out of the left over skeleton little trees, and sets them up behind the tent. The branches as usual spread throughout the floor inside the
tent and the only means of resting on dry ground. This is a precaution to what happen to them previously when they had a visitor who said hello in
its own language they did not recognize and the only animal they are aware of is now the polar bear.

I still think it was a small little rodent on top of the trees making that sound and Mongo at the bottom trying to get at it that early morning.
Mongo is the only close encounter with this unknown creature and I'll leave it at that because mother is embellishing it, saying that it might
have been bigfoot. That's the beauty of this trip I think, not knowing what is up ahead or around the corner, which makes time go by fast despite
the tremendous effort to get here in the middle of nowhere, and a moment before night set my belief in dangerous large creatures has been reaffirm.
The other two dogs do not know how to act since they are strangers and Tea is trying to rival Mongo.
Dam is only like a couple of months old and is larger than Tea, but I saw Tea beat up Dam a few times over some food and all of them come
from different mothers, which explains their unusual habits and personality. Mongo is hampered by Teas choice of refusing to follow him or respecting
seniority, unlike Coffee, he makes quick work when there's new arrivals, he shows who is boss through intimidation and the funny part is, Coffee is a
tiny mud. If Coffee was here, all of these large dogs would have followed his every move. Mother was criticizing how useless the other two were and
Mongo still is second best from Coffee in detection of sneaky approaching animals namely bears. Coffee's first encounter and fight with a bear was like
6 or 5 years ago back at the lake, we heard him chase the bear away, his barks kept getting further and further away, that was his mistake and could
have had cost him his life, fearless mud wanting to hurt the bear and the next day we suspected that he got whacked by the bear.

Tea manage to knock down a piece of meat from the branch after
Gilbert's reminiscence from the fire place and to bed and is about half asleep when all of a sudden a brawl breaks out of control between Mongo and Tea,
in favour of Mongo and the fight only lasts a minute. A worthy display of freighting sound for any large creature roaming near by especially with Helen
yelling at Mongo to stop it from his vigilante justice against the thief. The night take a strangle hold and quickly they fallen spell to it.

It is morning now and like most nights, it has come to be a habit for the family to dry up their boots and shoes before bed and especially hang up most
of their gear on tree branches in hopes that the dogs won't get at them, and preventing items from going missing or chewed at. Since they still had a
naive over size pup and a thief now in their midst. They begin to learn how scarce an item is becoming, because there are no civilization for hundreds
of miles except the one closest, the one they are trying to get and yet they know half of the trip is done 2 weeks on the curve dry land and only three days on this wet wasteland.

I haven't seen nothing yet, from what I know there will be a place where it will be really difficult and probably impossible to cross. We adapt quickly
and we've been walking for hours along a creek followed by a large lake. We are taking an afternoon food break by the lake to restore energy and
lighten the load. This was my first time snapping a line from my sled because it got caught in a hidden stub, and this is also a sign that I am
getting stronger as well because I leave my mother behind and had to wait for her a few times to catch up when she goes out of sight. Marcus is patient
and likes it when I speed up without slowing down, a burst of speed can last 2 to 5 minutes at a time and to know when to conserve energy, how it is
easy along the creek and lake. And we are not the first ones to walk here, there's an ancient caribou trail we have been following that sometimes
have a groove a foot deep. I'm wondering if the pathfinder knows how to hop scotch to lakes and this avoids the horrible wet places I always see from
the sky or aerial point of view; we fly using bush plane to pops fishing camp in the summers for as long as I can remember and for many years
and I came to believe that no one can pass through it in the summer without a canoe, but we shall see.

Albert finds a place to make camp for the night and it isn't too far from the creek. He hangs up the heavy food bag on a tamarack tree and goes back
for the rest. He knows the convoy is trailing close and that he will have to go pass them and instruct them to stay on the caribou trail until they
arrive at the food bag while he continues back. Albert covers more ground on a daily basis because there are still too much to carry all at once,
and especially the added weight of the caribou Albert fortunately ran into a few days ago while on his morning path finding routine. Where the caribou
fell is when they made haste drying up the meat for two nights and they tried to devour the beast but failed.

My mother refuse my offer today that I can drag both sleds or carry some of the load that she had. Her excuse was that the she wanted to have the
same weight as everybody else and that she didn't want it to make it any easier, she wanted to carry the same burden as the rest she said afterwards,
and that made it clear for me, so I didn't bother her about it because she was talking about living with autism. She is traditional at elementary
level because this is very new to us that she smokes sweet grass every morning on a 10 pound rock that looks like a bowl, this unfinished bowl she got
from her father and I don't know its origin, probably pass down from African ancestors because that's where humanity started from, so they say. I said
to her earlier "is that voodoo what you're doing?" She got offended a little and explain that she is giving thanks to the creator and it is why nothing
bad has happen to us. She is also catholic and will always spray holy water all over our sleeping quarters, she will say that this is to keep the
devil away. I guess its working, she has doubled the strength of her spiritual powers, and if she adds on voodoo she can have the power to cure
Marcus from his autistic spectrum state of mind; I wish. Since this walk is for Marcus mom wants to call it Marcus's road if we do complete the walk
without any help from human species but mother nature herself, and so it’s becoming natural, we belong here because the struggle is no different if we were sitting at home.

Failure is not an option in the little mind of his while sitting there by the camp fire late in the evening sipping some tea and nothing to do but
contemplate the scenario's of tomorrow. All have already settle in and he is the last to do so; a habit. The trees are noticeably dwarf and the
tamarack's have turn from a lushes green to yellow but the morale of the loner isn't dampen by this sight. There is a creek he knows that
is wide and shallow near by, and the plans are to cross it without having to build a bridge which in turn they'll cover more land.
Gilbert discovered this while getting some water for supper and tea before helping setting up the tent with his father.
　
The drench of the morning delayed them but the pathfinder none the lest went ahead that morning to drop off the first gear. It was noon when they all
left camp with their tummies full and as plan the creek crossing was very easy and they have move across the land and found themselves making camp
out in the middle of the muskeg.

Nothing short of my expectation, finally camping out dead in the middle of the muskeg and the dwarf trees here are so mal-nutritious that they barely
have enough branches to support us for the night, I had to chop a dozen just to do little more than half of where we will lay. This part of high land
is still very wet and very lumpy. A few times on the lumpy terrain my foot got stuck in soft glue hidden by a layer of white lichen as oppose to the
sponge and those clear open areas are barely passable now but we have been hugging along the edges, between lumpy terrain and flat ground. That makes
me wonder how many miles are we really adding?

They are all desensitizing to the inhospitable environment at this point of the trek and there are no complaints since now the rain clouds have moved on.
The chores of setting camp have been done and Gilbert watches the rare sunset; where dormant thoughts and imagination come out to fill his starve brain.
Albert the pathfinder told them earlier that there is a creek where the sun is setting, which is now behind those distant trees. The travelling is still
infant here in the muskeg so they go about drying up their boots and for Gilbert, his duffle's. Having shoes is out of the question, and for him he
had to learn it the hard way, this experience was now 2 weeks ago, the hardest part is realizing what they meant by "toad feet". The itch and bruise
sensation that doesn't go away even after the feet dries hours prior, but fortunately Gilbert was weak and too exhausted to stay awake to be bothered
by it for too long, and sleep is always the best pain killer. They are aware of this and they avoid soaking their feet early on but getting a little
wet is unavoidable.

It is a sunny morning where Albert and Gilbert have failed to make a bridge across a creek, it broke apart and
they stand there looking at it float away by the strong current. Albert is across the creek and his son on the other side, out here it is open almost
like the prairies far west with only a hand full of tamarack trees. They begin again to build a bridge and this time Gilbert selects the biggest
tamarack and the chopping is slow because he is using a straight thin machete, a tool that works best for trail blazing. A few minutes later the
puzzle of the bridge begins with the large tamarack foundation this time and within an hour the bridge is complete. They continue onward with heavy
gear and Albert will time it right where they will leave the gear just in time for supper since it will be noon by the time they return for
the rest, and where their lunch will be waiting for them. The last convoy arrives for supper at the dropped gear and again the same routine as
in the morning, the heavy gear they drop here moves onward to their final destination while again Marcus and Helen wait for their return, and when they do
supper will be waiting for them once again prepared by their chef, Helen. Once they finish eating and filling up thermos's with a new brew of tea,
they all move as one to their final destination, it will be late evening when they reach it, and a camp is set up quickly.

Wow a plane can land here, it looks like an airstrip that was paved by dozers but abandon for some years. We made camp side
along this airstrip that is pointed north and south and tree line on either side that stretches as far as the eye can see. So far so good, this
isn't so bad and Marcus seems to be fairing better without complaints. The only way he communicates is by sign and action, like the time he kick mother
when he is feeling frustrated or bothered by something, that was 2 days into the difficult muskeg and I can't blame him because I too was feeling some
doubt about our success. We never really know the problems he is having when he goes under the weather, we only speculate and sometimes assume without
ever being 100% sure. So much so for mother and people will never know how it is living with autism unless they have children that have this condition.
If Marcus can't communicate he is like a prisoner and this is probably why we are doing this, to hopefully rise enough money so Marcus can continue
his education into adulthood and most importantly to have a better quality of life. We fail and do nothing means he'll be miserable, a severely
autistic person like Marcus has yet to speak for himself and the risk for that cause is worth it, even if it means our lives.

They are not out of the "woods" yet, defeat can come in so many ways like for example, Albert ran out of his diabetic medication the first week of the
trek and collapsing especially going missing during one of his lone path finding expeditions was and still is a possibility. There would be
no means of finding him if he does so late in the evenings, since the dogs know not to follow him and won't bother to sniff him out if they were ask,
only Coffee can do that. The chances are good if he should fall somewhere in the vicinity of the spongy wet terrain which leaves a noticeable mark on
the ground like snow tracks. That is mainly their concern and the rest like breaking a bone from falling or puncture themselves came second, and
falling severely ill came third and then other unlikely possibilities like an encounter with dangerous animals like a killer rabbit, a mad polar bear
or an angry Sasquatch. The concern that has faded now was Marcus running away or going missing, in this open terrain that
possibility is very slim like that time he ran away 7 years ago in Hawily Lake. So today is much as the same as yesterday minus the creek without
any incidents and that in mind their reward was another camp by the lake south with another sunset to see, but this time a surprise, during setting up
camp and while Gilbert was getting branches he discovers another lake, they accidentally made camp right between those lakes and this discovery of
the smaller lake north of their tent did not register on a traditional map so Gilbert decides to call this place the Secret Lake.

The men move on after a good nights rest at a five star hotel with a lake view and this will be their last lake encounter according to the
traditional map and Albert's assessment of it. Gilbert finds the map very odd until the realization this morning when they stumbled on a lake 3 times
larger than the one they were last night. This is when they discover precisely where they were and how far they are from the river, the river that
will take them home.

This is the last of them, a grand finale to all lakes that help suppress doubt. We've just double checked the map and I estimate it will take us
lest than a week to get home and pops was explaining that he was here before, in winter of late 80's by snowmobile, when a new town was build in 86
meant finding a different route to Hawily Lake. He can still recognize this final lake after all this time and I guess because it stands out.

The pathfinder finds a creek and this is where they will drop their heavy gear and return for the convoy, by the time they all reach the creek it is
time to prepare supper. Helen goes right to it while the men pick up the dropped heavy gear and continue ahead into the unknown to find a place to
set up camp for the night. Building the bridge delays them but in return they have supper before leaving. The spot they chosen for the night isn't
half as bad like the last one, this time a four star hotel.

This is like a little oasis with healthy growth and normal trees compare to the ones growing in the wet land. My mom was telling me about the different
birds that are here and starting to show again, almost like Christopher Columbus out in the sea getting close to discovering land, they would start
to see seagulls and other marine birds. Mom says its because we are getting close to the river, her river I should say where she made countless trips
back and fourth to Shamattawa Lake from Winisk. She tells me stories about how they go up there by canoe for the winter, and her father Xavier traps
and hunts in that area providing a large family.
She was one of the rare children that didn't go to residential school which most likely spared her from agonizing torture, misery and confinement
like someone who is autistic today and autistic person who is aware of their condition but cannot break from it.
Children as young as 4 were sent to these facilities and fortunately I can't say the same for pops. My mother's older sisters spent 2 years at a time
due to the fact of distance from their home, and that alone must of gave them severe psychological problems that spawn ruthless "killer grannies" in
my generation when we were young. Not because they hit us or anything like that its because they were relentless in finding us when we stay out too
long or that they were just nosey. I remember them as ruthless and firm in keeping order when a child is out of control, they are experts in that.

In prison has no meaning here and yet Marcus is imprison in his mind but out here they are some how relief, they forget because they are alive.
There are no bills to worry if they should continue this journey endlessly like those nomadic ancestry life style and here being live again, for a moment
anyway and it is true what they say, if its in your blood it'll become natural.

Now the final creek is behind them and here this afternoon one surprisingly very small and hidden in tall brown grass which only took a couple of
dead trees to build a bridge that were near by. They make a hasty fire for a late lunch and the taste of success isn't challenge at this point in time,
they know and feel that the rest of the way will be easy, and efficiency at their routine and task is second nature. Gilbert is completely
focus when he begins to walk again trailing behind the pathfinder for the final quest of finding a place to rest for tonight.

My battery for my camcorder ran out during midday and tried to film this camp but only lasted no more then a minute. Pop has plan with a rondavel
with Bruce tomorrow evening by the Shamattawa River via the satellite phone to exchange some goods and a small portable generator so I can bring my
batteries back to life and this means nothing to film for tomorrow and this area is starting to look different. The thought of this being "huss huss"
from the rest of the community makes it unique, since mothers siblings said walking across this place is impossible, it cannot be done and the only
insurance we have of getting out of this place alive if something terrible should happen is the satellite phone, that's better than life insurance out
here. It's funny I hope that I got the $200,000 life insurance from Scotia-life which I set up before I left on this trip which I joke about with a
cousin, "the walk of no return". If it was approve the beneficiaries will have gone to my siblings if an unfortunate event came true.

The camp has been set up and Gilbert tells Marcus that they "are close to Shamattawa River" in the tent, Marcus claps his hands in understanding what
he's just been told. It is much different since the day they left, tonight it is chilly but they had time to adapt to the climate change and much of
their access body fat has been spent, their extra reserve that kicks when their calorie intake is used up, and throughout the day they feel no fatigue
because recovery time is now short unlike the first week of their trip. They are much healthier than before.

The next day and same routine but this time at the drop off Albert continues ahead towards Shamattawa River while Gilbert returns for the rest of the
group. They make camp just a 100 meters of the first and only drop off of the day since they arrive in the evening and only a couple of more hours until dark.
Albert hasn't return yet from Shamattawa River. Gilbert decides to check on route were Albert trail blazed through and it'll be easy to follow, his
plan is to turn back half an hour before sunset so he decides to jog the rest of the way or up until the trail blaze have stop. Fifteen minutes into
the run Gilbert hears Albert calling to him and responds "yeah". This reassures Albert that it was his son and not a moose striding along on the other
side of the small island in the muskeg. A few minutes later after the distribution of weight, they both go home and arrive just before dark. Albert tells Helen about the encounter of a moose that turn out to be his son.

I wonder if I would have gotten shot this evening; never cross my mind until I heard a click, luckily I'm with a firearm instructor or otherwise I'd
be face down on the soft muskeg. Marcus was happy to be eating junk food and that's a lot of food for just one day out here since we now absolutely
know the real distance to Shamattawa River. There was a nagging doubt about it this afternoon since my focus has gone a stray during my jog. My
father uses the map for reference only, so there was a possibility that the distance to the river might have been wrong since our means of measurements
were only twigs and estimates.

The muskeg begins to choke in by crowding lumpy land terrain, the last tree line in the distance spells a sight of relief. The end of the trip is near
and this heightens moral perhaps for the rest of their lives. The family makes it to the shore by 4 o'clock and have time to roast geese over the fire,
the geese that was left night before by the shore inside a blue barrel. Then an hour later Bruce arrives for the second time and they took their time
eating their last meal out on the land. The estimate time by boat down the Shamattawa River to town is two hours and enough time to reminiscence about their journey.
And waiting for them by the high bank of Peawanuck, Marcus’s two older sisters with all their children and the community still completely unaware.

Gilbert have completed his purpose and what they have set out to do, ordinary people, a family one day and like out of the blue decides to conquer
one of mother natures wonder and a forgotten world naturally protected by its formidable and uninhabitable wetland. Finally captured in film,
and this would have never been possible with Marcus and the situation that he is in, after all this was all for him.

That was the introduction, now to begin the story 5000 pages long I take you back to the beginning of the journey from day one, fourteen days before we reach the muskeg, fourteen days on Highland or solid ground. Marcus point of view.

The First Day
These bloody crazy people are telling me that they’ll travel on foot for home! I’ve been waiting for awhile to leave; they have been packing this morning and the dock is piling up with junk and useless garbage and I ain’t carrying any of that.... jk

First Ruff Draft Tuesday March 10, 2009 3:12am. Marcus 25 day hike for autism.
　
　
　
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The town of Peawanuck pledges was around $500 were there was a tin can in the living room and if done Globally that amount might have been $1 billion into my bank account because it will be broadcasting on the internet 24/7 until the end of time JOKING!. The money can provide professional emergency help through now available possible cures and solutions for all that is severely autistic other than the alternative of mercy killing. Only a hand full of family members came to celebrate about 25 out of 300 people, 4 boys are autistic in Peawanuck, that’s 1 out of 75 chances of being autistic here. I set up a website for research into autism there after in December of 2008, nothing more for money since October 4, so this is the best I can do and I found out so much of what might be causing autism and more importantly possible cures for Autism like through Stem Cell Therapy, heavy metal removal medicines (Detoxamin), and Gluten free diet (from flour, wheat, rye). So far BPA (Bisphenol) is the chemical I suspect causing autism since it is found in consumer products especially in foods and that it is ingested everyday, the link to boys having a higher chance is showing here, proof 4 times than girls according to CDC medical research since all boys from Peawanuck are autistic. This BPA chemical goes to work when enough of it accumulates in the body, it disrupts growth and high levels of BPA found in the placenta. My theory is if the four mothers are in their or near middle age (30-45years old-which all 4 mothers were) and if they ever consume BPA in foods from tin cans or sodas and were vitamin D deficient would had doubled the chances because vitamin D regulates virtually everything in the human body and the fact that 3/4 of Canadians are vitamin D deficient. Also lead in buck shots for hunting, the increase intake of possible lead is always in Spring because mother boils geese, this is our annual geese harvest and finally the fourth ingredient a vaccine that had mercury (thermisol) but was discontinued in 1999, from its start in 1931, these 4 autistic children were born relatively close to age no more than 5 years apart, and at this time before 1999 and the chances of receiving these shots are 100%, their history medical records will prove this. The CDC statistic showed a decrease in Autistic being diagnose after 1999, and also in normal children who accumulate high mercury develop Asperger Syndrome, a mild form of autism (curable with Detoxamin - removing mercury). I have no clue if Marcus had receive this type of vaccination and the other 3 boys as well, unless all of them are confirm of getting shots from this type of vaccination which will make this theory mostly true, the idea is that these key exposures may had a combine effect that triggers autism, and not just from one source, or entirely something different.

(98% of Americans have BPA)

1970 1 in 10,000
2008 1 in 150 in america
2009 1 in 100 now

Diagnose annually - or 67 children diagnose per day

More than aids, diabetes and cancer combine

extinction level event too low for concern and highly not possible through (1)chemical exposer theory. (2)explosion of world population theory and through severe Autism renders all effected obsolete to reproduce.

Autistic cost nations billions in dollars, ???. Still have to research this, into how it cost nations billions. Only a tiny portion goes into research. Autism still remains a mystery, there is no absolute cure only speculation on how children grow out of their condition.
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Pepsi or Cola have BPA, and also Energy drinks now!

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