So they dragged their tired bodies and primitive equipment onto a foot-high non-return snow road, along the road of Fantina by the river on the first day. This time they went a long way, but maybe because the snow was too thick, they did not go far. Finally, we stepped on a high ground. At last, we had no time and no physical strength, and we could not see the end, so we had to turn back. But the St. Lawrence River has a different flavor from the high ground.