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 trying to catch him occasionally.  We saw an eagle sitting in a dead tree close to the trail.  W. took a shot at him with the 22, but it was not heavy enough to kill him.  He just dropped a feather and flew away slowly.  An. At Prairie Camp 3650 ft.