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

Maligne Lake Sunday, July 19 Hot, clear day. Hardly a cloud in the sky. Max. thermom[eter] 67 in shade, 96 in sun. M. and I spent most of the time loafing under the pine trees back of our tents. Mr. B. went botanizing up on the green slopes where the goats played abuot. At 7 P.M. when were just going to supper, Muggins was suddenly heard barking in the distance. We had been rather expecting him to desert the choppng party and come back to camp, so were not much surprised, but were very much so when his master appeared with him. The general looked very tired and came stumbling into camp. The professor followed shortly and they were a weary and grimy pair. They had not taken enough grub to last out, had been so hungry the first night that they ate a whole bannock, and only had two of them. There were two grouse beautifully stuffed and roasted which were to have gone to them next day, but when a piece of bird was offered to the general, he said scornfully, "no, give me bacon -- I want something to eat." They had cut till 10 P.M. the night before, and were at it again at 4 A.M., could not sleep for the bugs.


Popular posts from this blog

SkiBig3: How Did We Get Here?

SkiBig3: How Did We Get Here? - Cliff White and the Mighty Quay

SkiBig3: How Did We Get Here?