Mollie Adams Diary of Her Journey in the Canadian Rockies July 1, 1908
Wednesday, July 1
We started off ahead of the packs so we could have a chance to play about, take photos, etc. A good deal of snow in patches which we could not avoid going through. Bugler go so badly stuck several times that I had to roll off. Part of the way we went up the creek bed with high cut banks of snow on each side. Charlie did not like that part of the performance at all and we left Mr. B. quite far behind, before he could persuade him that it was the thing to do. We were such a long time backing and filling among the snowy gullies, botanizing, photoing etc., that we were still at the summit, where we had ridden up a good deal higher than necessary when we saw the pack train filing along past far below us. We hurried down and fell in at the rea. M. was ahead and almost caught U. in the act of talking to his twins. He had not seen us coming, and said he almost fell off his horse with fright when this apparition in black goggles and green bug-net came alongside and spoke to him. Muggins put up a ptarmigan which H. shot. It was still mostly white, just beginning to get speckled. We came down the Pobokton side of the pass without getting into any snow to speak of – camped out at 6750 ft. at 1 P.M. The pack horses started at 9:30. Summit 7400 ft. After lunch M. and I went a little way up an ice-water creek and had a bath. Fine and warm and clear all day.
We started off ahead of the packs so we could have a chance to play about, take photos, etc. A good deal of snow in patches which we could not avoid going through. Bugler go so badly stuck several times that I had to roll off. Part of the way we went up the creek bed with high cut banks of snow on each side. Charlie did not like that part of the performance at all and we left Mr. B. quite far behind, before he could persuade him that it was the thing to do. We were such a long time backing and filling among the snowy gullies, botanizing, photoing etc., that we were still at the summit, where we had ridden up a good deal higher than necessary when we saw the pack train filing along past far below us. We hurried down and fell in at the rea. M. was ahead and almost caught U. in the act of talking to his twins. He had not seen us coming, and said he almost fell off his horse with fright when this apparition in black goggles and green bug-net came alongside and spoke to him. Muggins put up a ptarmigan which H. shot. It was still mostly white, just beginning to get speckled. We came down the Pobokton side of the pass without getting into any snow to speak of – camped out at 6750 ft. at 1 P.M. The pack horses started at 9:30. Summit 7400 ft. After lunch M. and I went a little way up an ice-water creek and had a bath. Fine and warm and clear all day.
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