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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

Gambar
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

Gambar
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 …