Mollie Adams Diary of Her Journey in the Canadian Rockies June 29, 1908
Teepee Camp
Monday, June 29, 2011
Rain in the night and very slight showers during the day. We laid over as M. wanted to climb the green slopes to the n.e. W. and U. were up there yesterday P.M. and said she could get good pictures of Brazeau Lake. Everyone is almost always glad of an excuse to lay over, and if the feed is good, one can usually be found. Today it seemed especially fortunate that we decided to do so, as U. developed an attack of indigestion, had spent the night being seasick, and Mr. B. was discovered to be suffering with rheumatism in the knee. So what with my game heart, and game eye, and M. having somehow strained her ankle so that she almost thought she couldn’t climb, we were a fine set of invalids. She did climb, however, H. going with her part of the way. I could not keep away from the fossils and took my camera around to get some pictures for Dr. Graban. W. took Ricks and went off prospecting for the next camp. He found that we can go right to timber line tomorrow to camp and thinks there will not be more than 18 inches of snow on the summit of the pas; he was almost there, said it looked like a long pass, but as if we should not have much trouble getting over. The trail had apparently not been used by Indians for a great many years, and they have not camped on that side of the lake. There were a few cuttings which might have been Coleman’s in 1892 (?).
Monday, June 29, 2011
Rain in the night and very slight showers during the day. We laid over as M. wanted to climb the green slopes to the n.e. W. and U. were up there yesterday P.M. and said she could get good pictures of Brazeau Lake. Everyone is almost always glad of an excuse to lay over, and if the feed is good, one can usually be found. Today it seemed especially fortunate that we decided to do so, as U. developed an attack of indigestion, had spent the night being seasick, and Mr. B. was discovered to be suffering with rheumatism in the knee. So what with my game heart, and game eye, and M. having somehow strained her ankle so that she almost thought she couldn’t climb, we were a fine set of invalids. She did climb, however, H. going with her part of the way. I could not keep away from the fossils and took my camera around to get some pictures for Dr. Graban. W. took Ricks and went off prospecting for the next camp. He found that we can go right to timber line tomorrow to camp and thinks there will not be more than 18 inches of snow on the summit of the pas; he was almost there, said it looked like a long pass, but as if we should not have much trouble getting over. The trail had apparently not been used by Indians for a great many years, and they have not camped on that side of the lake. There were a few cuttings which might have been Coleman’s in 1892 (?).
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