Monday. I awake this morning at 4 am, and heard a little rain on the tent; it was a very light rain, so I did not pay much attention to it, hoping it would soon stop. As it continued I got up at 4:20 and made a fire, and boiled the coffee, and prepared breakfast. We packed up everything, especially the blankets as soon as possible, order to have that done if it should rain harder.
We tossed [
our?] packs; McBride got the canvas bag containing the blankets etc, and the tent; I had the plane table complete and the Kodak. We put on Mackintoshes, shouldered our packs, I threw the rubber blankets over mine, and left at 6:20 am. The rain grew harder, but this was not so bad as our former experience at this camp. We found our boat, Launched it and reached camp about 9:30 am.
Morse and Adams had had a good time during our absence. After getting some good photographs of the buried forest,
they on Saturday, the[
y] paddled down to a small bay some ten miles south of camp. There they made a beautiful camp, got some photographs and remained all day Sunday. Towards night, the clouds began to gather and they returned to Camp Muir arriving about 10 pm.
The rest of today was spent in camp, attending to little things.
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