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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

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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…

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies August 1, 1908

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 at the junction of the Su-Wapta and the main Athabasca.We should have had a fine view up the West Ath and Chaba valleys if they had not been largely obscured by showers.After passing the lakes we went across and down a series of river terraces cut in drift to the main Athabasca, with only nne delay of ¾ hr., caused by following a well marked trail which led nowhere, and left us stranded among high willow brush, great fallen long – and bugs – while W. scoured the country and found the real trail.It was quite pleasant to be in fairly open country again after the scrub of the last few days, although the…

Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 19, 1908

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Robson Park Camp

Wednesday, Aug 19
Off at 8.15 and had the usual 6 hrs. drive over a trail not too bad in spots, with five views of Robson Pk, behind us at first, but after a bend in the Fraser R., when it was supposed to be only 5 miles more to the Cache, we went on for hours, everything very monotonous – scenery, a straight, rather deep sided valley – trail, climbing up and down rocky bumps and through dark sided valley – trail, climbing up and down rocky bumps and through dark alder thicket mud holes – weather hot, sun blazing fiercely, M. and I stopping at every brook and drinking 4 rubber cups of water apiece each time. It has been clear and getting hotter ever since we left Swift’s, hardly a cloud in the sky at all. I think everyone was glad when the trail finally went around the last bend and into the big valley and we at last struck the town. M. and I were a little scared, too, thinking of the roughs and toughs of all descriptions landing in here from all directions. We first sa…