Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies August 5, 1908

The High Camp.

(Mt. Hardisty Camp.)

Wednesday, Aug. 5.

An. 4200 ft.Started off at 8.20 and travelled till 1 P.M.The trail continued in its evil ways for almost 2 hrs, logs to be continually, alder and willow brush to push through, queer scrubby corners between rock ridges and old moraines, and such steep pitches up and down that it felt as if Bugler would certainly fall off backward, or turn a somersault.When we struck an ordinarily respectable train again where the river left its canyon, it seemed too good to be true and too good to last, but for a wonder it did.We did not see the mouth of the Whirlpool as we were back from the river for a good while.Camped where we struck the river again considerably below it.Cree Indian teepees [sic] here, they must have made a big kill of sheep last fall by the masses of hair, etc., on the ground.A Buffalo bird followed us all the way from the last camp.U. said he rode on Baldy’s back a good part of the way.Muggins was very funny getting excited and …

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies July 31, 1908

Developing Camp. II.

Friday, July 31.

Off at 8 o’clock.Travelled 5¾ hrs. and only got as far as the canyon, probably not six miles.The trail was the limit, although we knew several outfits were over it last year.It was not so much on the river edge as yesterday, and not so much softness, but an awful lot of cutting, and places where it was very blind.After lunch M. and I went down to the canyon.We did not care about the bridge any more than we did last year, but we could see the canyon much better from this side than from the other.An. 4550 ft. when we reached camp – 4650 at 6.30 P.M.

Matchstick Camp II.

(4½ hrs.) Saturday, Aug. 1.

               Started at 9 o’clock, and said a glad farewell to the “beautiful Su-Wapta” and its equally beautiful trails.  At first there was not much improvement, as we got stuck almost immediately in a think swamp, but after getting clear of that it grew more open, and we skirted the shores of two rather sloughy lakes in the midst of large moraine deposits a…

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 7, 1908

Miette Camp.

Friday, Aug. 7.

A warm morning.When I woke and looked out there were already swarms of sand flies jigging around in the sunshine outside our bug net.Smudges for the horses again while they were tied up and being saddled.We got away at 9 o’clock.Black Bess was in rather a bucky mood; not an unusual circumstance (perhaps M’s. washrag which she chewed up and swallowed the greater part of before breakfast, lay heavy on her conscience), but we were thankful she was toward the rear of the procession when we met a hornet’s nest on our way up the back of the rock bluff.It was at a pretty bad place – we had climbed up a steepish hill and were coasting along doing the sidehill-gouger act, on a steep shaly slope, which dropped off a little below us in a cliff right down into the river.W. was leading Dandy, who suddenly began to jump around in a way which was decidedly disconcerting, considering how near he was to the edge of nothing, and how easy it would be to slip down to it, and co…

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 18, 1908

Grand Forks

Monday Aug. 18.

Mr. Barra was off before we were up, as he means to make the Cache tonight, a distance of 23 miles in a straight line according to McEvoy. We started at 9 and travelled only 6 hrs. to the Grand Fork. The trail was not so bad as yesterday, although it had quite a few places which would seem queer to the tenderfoot. We were expecting something quite sporty, as McEvoy says “at one place the trail is forced to seek a passage by a narrow foothold scooped out of the face of the crumbling rock overhanging the river”, but the Grand Trunk people must have done some improving along there, for although it certainly is a precipitous rock face, the footing is perfectly good and the trail a foot or more wide. The first glimpse of Robson Peak was quite surprising, to me, although I was looking for it to appear just where it did at any moment, for we were coming around the last shoulder between us and the Grand Fork valley, but it looked so astonishingly near and so glaring …

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies August 3, 1908

Shirt Camp II.

Monday Aug. 3.

Started at 8.30 and travelled 5 hrs.All went well over the part they cut out yesterday, and until 11 A.M.; then troubles began again.Recent fires, windfalls, trails washed off into the river, etc., made lots of cutting, wriggling around bad places, and hunting up of the elusive trail necessary.We passed a dreary looking camp in a dark, gloomy patch of tall, partly burnt timber, where an Indian had evidently spent part of last winter, probably trapping, although green timber is so scarce that trapping must be pretty poor.There was a brush teepee [sic], a pair of rather tired snowshoes, and a general look of untidiness, and M. thought spookiness about the place.U. picked up a tom-tom as he came through, made of a piece of skin stretched over a rim of wood, with a queer drawing on it.The Indians play them to keep off evil spirits.The trail then went through a little hillside meadow filled with a mass of rank, tangly growth of what I called “weeds” much to M’s …

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 24, 1908

Moose Lake Camp.

Monday Aug. 24.

We made the long drive today past the lake etc., in 6½ hrs.Started wearing slickers on account of wet brush, but soon shed them as it partly cleared and was pretty dryish until we almost reached the upper end of the lake, when it rained gently again for a while.Thought we should get into camp dry, but no such luck.As we were passing the sloughs above the lake, a black ragged edge cloud came straight down the valley toward us.I prepared for the worst as we rode along by sneaking on the slicker pants, tying the camera on under the coat, pinning it up tight at the neck and cinching up the wrists, and putting my hat elastic under my chin.And none too soon, in a few minutes we were in the midst of rain, hail, thunder and lightning, and gales of wind.It whistled through the trees as it does through the rigging of a ship in a gale at sea, and then of course the dead trees began to come crashing down.One fell across the trail a little way in front of us, but we …

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 15, 1908

Dominion River Camp.

Saturday, Aug. 15.

An. 3750 ft.Partly cloudy and very slight showers early in A. M.Off at 8.30.4½ hrs.The Lister camp at breakfast as we passed.Mr. L gave M. a piece of graphite, but it does not look like any I ever saw before.We reached the summit of Yellowhead Pass about 10.15.It is only 3723 ft., and covered with tall, thick spruce timber.The Miette does not head from the pass, but from a valley to the north; neither does the Fraser, it comes from a valley s.w. of Yellowhead Lake and heads somewhere up behind Mt. Geikie.Yellowhead Lake, or the creek which flows from into it, does come nearly from the pass.The lake, 4 miles long, lies at the base of Yellowhead Mt., 9000 ft. high.It is rather pleasing, but nothing to write home about.The timber is already much larger, only a few miles over the divide, Douglas spruces, 2 to 3 ft. thick, being common.We camped near the lower end of the lake, about 12.45, in a place which seemed at first very free from flies, but they…