Mollie Adams Diary of Her Journey in the Canadian Rockies July 4, 1908
4th of July Camp.
Saturday, July 4
A cold night. Thermometer 30° at 7:00 A.M. While at breakfast a beastly snowstorm began, and continueviolently for about 2 hrs., making the packing painful and slow. W. and U. had to come and warm their numb hands between every few horses, and 15 are a good many to pack under those conditions. Got off at 10:45. It was a hard road to travel, all through burnt timber, and W. did an awful amount of chopping. It dropped down off the terrace as we left camp. It passed the valley W. went up yesterday and sure enough at the next creek was another teepee camp and one trail going on down to the Sunwapta, and another hitting up into the side valley. Which last we proceeded to follow. It went up over a high shoulder, but unfortunately there was such a blizzard raging at the moment that we could only see the tall burnt timber and young jack pines around us, and the family riding solemnly along, hunching slickers and ponchos close around their necks with their heads well inclined to windward. it was about he same glorious weather we had last 4th of July. Camped at 1:30. W. made a grand big fire before he started in unpacking, and Mr. B. and I, at present the professional invalids, dried and warmed ourselves before lunch. Rain and snow continued gently all day, but not enough to keep us in tents. No one went walking, however, except W., who went a little way on up the trail. An. 6135 ft.
Saturday, July 4
A cold night. Thermometer 30° at 7:00 A.M. While at breakfast a beastly snowstorm began, and continueviolently for about 2 hrs., making the packing painful and slow. W. and U. had to come and warm their numb hands between every few horses, and 15 are a good many to pack under those conditions. Got off at 10:45. It was a hard road to travel, all through burnt timber, and W. did an awful amount of chopping. It dropped down off the terrace as we left camp. It passed the valley W. went up yesterday and sure enough at the next creek was another teepee camp and one trail going on down to the Sunwapta, and another hitting up into the side valley. Which last we proceeded to follow. It went up over a high shoulder, but unfortunately there was such a blizzard raging at the moment that we could only see the tall burnt timber and young jack pines around us, and the family riding solemnly along, hunching slickers and ponchos close around their necks with their heads well inclined to windward. it was about he same glorious weather we had last 4th of July. Camped at 1:30. W. made a grand big fire before he started in unpacking, and Mr. B. and I, at present the professional invalids, dried and warmed ourselves before lunch. Rain and snow continued gently all day, but not enough to keep us in tents. No one went walking, however, except W., who went a little way on up the trail. An. 6135 ft.
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