Mollie Adams Diary of Her Journey in the Canadian Rockies July 8, 1908
Eureka Camp
Wednesday, July 8
The first sound this morning was W. shouting All aboard for the lake!” He got on his fourteen foot smile when he found that all was well and we were on the right road, and he and U. have a chance of looking respectable again. They announced a few days ago that they would not shave till we found the lake ---- and have not. We were off at 9:30 and in about 3 hrs. were at the lake, but on the wrong side of the creek we have been travelling down for the last three days – no feed or good camp ground there, and the stream too deep to ford. So as it did not seem worth while to get everything wet, W. and U. went off prospecting and we waited there a long time. Found a place where beavers had been very busy in days gone by (the Stony Indians call the Lake Chaba Imne, which means Beaver Lake). Finally U. came back and said they had found a ford about half a mile back, so right about face and back on our tracks. We did not come by the trail most of the way it was probably the other side of the creek, and that last half mile, having been soft in spots, to say the least, when we first went over it, was well chewed up but the time 21 horses had plunged through it twice. We nearly lost a bag of flour; it fetched loose somehow from old Gingerbread’s pack, and dropped to the ground just as he jumped up the bank out of the creek. If it had dropped when he jumped in that would have been the last of it. The shore of the lake is not favorable for camp sites here. We settled ourselves on a little knoll with fine grassy meadows around it, and what looked like a thin fringe of trees between the meadow and the lake. But M. and I thought we would just go through to the shore after lunch, and found the lake at least half a mile away, and the woods most amazing ones to walk in. So both gave it up. We are in doubt as to whether we can see Mt. Brazeau or not. There is a high double peaked snowy mt. with a very large glacier, somewhat further to the n.e. than Mt. Poragean should bem and there is the one U. climbed to the shoulder of, and thought was Mt. Brazeau. But it seems to be too far down the lake on the s.w. side.
Wednesday, July 8
The first sound this morning was W. shouting All aboard for the lake!” He got on his fourteen foot smile when he found that all was well and we were on the right road, and he and U. have a chance of looking respectable again. They announced a few days ago that they would not shave till we found the lake ---- and have not. We were off at 9:30 and in about 3 hrs. were at the lake, but on the wrong side of the creek we have been travelling down for the last three days – no feed or good camp ground there, and the stream too deep to ford. So as it did not seem worth while to get everything wet, W. and U. went off prospecting and we waited there a long time. Found a place where beavers had been very busy in days gone by (the Stony Indians call the Lake Chaba Imne, which means Beaver Lake). Finally U. came back and said they had found a ford about half a mile back, so right about face and back on our tracks. We did not come by the trail most of the way it was probably the other side of the creek, and that last half mile, having been soft in spots, to say the least, when we first went over it, was well chewed up but the time 21 horses had plunged through it twice. We nearly lost a bag of flour; it fetched loose somehow from old Gingerbread’s pack, and dropped to the ground just as he jumped up the bank out of the creek. If it had dropped when he jumped in that would have been the last of it. The shore of the lake is not favorable for camp sites here. We settled ourselves on a little knoll with fine grassy meadows around it, and what looked like a thin fringe of trees between the meadow and the lake. But M. and I thought we would just go through to the shore after lunch, and found the lake at least half a mile away, and the woods most amazing ones to walk in. So both gave it up. We are in doubt as to whether we can see Mt. Brazeau or not. There is a high double peaked snowy mt. with a very large glacier, somewhat further to the n.e. than Mt. Poragean should bem and there is the one U. climbed to the shoulder of, and thought was Mt. Brazeau. But it seems to be too far down the lake on the s.w. side.
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