For the Love of Mountains

“Mon 7/14 Waterton Lake Alberta, Canada. … I crossed the Boundary Line at 2 pm, and I took a couple pictures there of myself, then I kept on along the lake down to Waterton Lake town where I got a map from the rangers. And here I am camping tonight.”

In 94 days Pete Parsons, a Swedish immigrant who spoke, and wrote, English as a second language, trekked 1,500 miles as the crow flies from the US Mexico border to the boundary with Canada. In reality, the distance he traveled was considerably longer given he was setting his own trail. While it’s true he got a ride here and there, for the most part, he walked from Mexico to Canada, up the Continental Divide, without a formal trail and decades before anyone else. Was he the first? We may never know. Perhaps a band of Native Americans, during their seasonal migrations made the same trek, or a fir trader came south following the ridgelines. Was he one of the earliest Westerns to make the trip, undoubtedly.

Parsons journey doesn’t end at the Canadian Border. He continues on across Canada for while before dropping back into the United States at ???. From there he makes his way south, through Washington, Oregon, before ending his walk in Altavista, California in ????. In Oregon, he climbs Mt Jefferson, where you might recall he signs the summit register. His notation in the register, seen close to a hundred years later, set author and long trail hiker Barney Mann on his eight-year effort to learn more about Pete Parsons. We are thankful that he undertook that effort and we are grateful to the family of Otto Witt for donating Parsons journals, photographs, and other records to the Mazama Library and Historical Collections.

We thank you all for joining us and sharing Pete Parsons journey.

“It was pretty windy all last night but I was snug y cozy after I got into my bag y slept well. This morning I saw a beautiful sunrise, then I hiked down the trail towards Many Glaciers. The trail [something] a rather steep y rough slope y cliffs on this side. After I came down in the valley I saw some quite large bear tracks in the trail which I think was made by a grizzly because of the long claw marks.

After a while I started to meet lots of people on foot y I went down to the hotel to look for mail but was disappointed in not getting any. Then I bought some clothes also tried to get a pair of tennis shoes but could not so I sent a card to Glacier Park station trying to get a pair from there. The hotel here is very large, 5 story log structure with a very artistic lobby.”

“I was up with the sun this morning y after taking a couple pictures near camp. I headed up the valley for Logan Pass. There is a excellent trail going over that is intended to be changed into a road as soon as possible. I lingered a while at the hanging garden, S.E. of the Pass … I also made a side trip over to see ‘hidden lake,’ when I came back to the pass several hiker had arrived so we all eat lunch y in the meantime a couple parties on horseback arrived. From there I took the trail N along the Garden Wall to Granite Park Camp. From the trail I could look up McDonald Creek, also down y see the lake, a small glacier on N side of Mt Albertine. I stopped a few minutes for a chat at the Chalet y was invited to partake of some sandwiches and cookies. From there I climbed up on top of Swiftcurrent Pass where I am camping tonight. I could easily have made it down to a more sheltered spot but I wanted to camp right on the Continental Divide once, this is abt 7175 ft. alt. It is blowing pretty hard from the W. but I am pretty well sheltered behind a dense thicket of small pine trees. Here is lots of snowing nearby y a small glacier about 1/2 mile away.

“There was a couple other campers came over to my camp for a chat last night, they also gave me a couple nice trout for breakfast. Then I headed up along the N.F. of 2 medicine creek. The lower part of the E. slope has all been burnt off a few years ago, but near the head of the creek I found green timber, mostly spruce. Here was a beautiful little lake with trout rising for flies all over it but it was too early for me to fish then. From there the trail up a very steep slope to the head of cut Bank Creek, from the top I looked down over a cliff several 100 ft deep into another lake of the very deepest blue it had a number of ice cakes floating in it.

The trail went down past this lake but I saw another old trail going to the top of the main divide only abt 1/4 mile so I went over there y had a look down the W side y it sure was worth while, high, bare, snowy peaks in all directions, from there I slide down part of the way to the trail on Cut Bank which I followed down. I was going to eat lunch at the upper lake, but the skeeters was awful thick! I guess up here they are just waking up. I passed 3 more little lakes y saw some rather large spruce trees, abt 3 1/2 ft ct. When going over to look down on the west side there was one place where I found a lot of blocks of Diorite. It surprised me at the time, but I had seen Diorite in Yosemite so I knew it right away. I also noticed a dark band, perhaps 50 to 60 ft wide running along the face of the cliff on the W side.

Well, I followed the creek down to the fork in the trail, then headed up … to Triple Divide Peak.

Unfortunately, two pages of Parsons from this day are badly worn and very hard to decipher, as you can see below.

“Friday the 4th. The men at the camp wanted me to sleep in their big dark tent last night with it all closed up but it got to stuffy so I too [sic.] my bed y went outside y fought mosquitos the rest of the night.* Because those [?] have been very bad the last 2 days y nights. This morning I had breakfast y they also insisted on me taking a lunch along. Instead of following the river down to [?] as I first intended, I headed up Morrison Creek from 3 Forks R.S. where I obtained a roll of film from the ranger’s wife. I followed this creek up for 9-10 miles to a fork in the trail where there was a telephone on a tree y a fire chaser camp. Here I first intended to take the left hand trail over to [?] creek but after going along this a little it swung almost S.W. so I came back y tok the other one which was a new one y going N. this I followed for abt 2 miles then that swung clear around E. y then S up a large creek so I came back to the tel. y camped and tomorrow I will give the first trail a trial again. Perhaps it is only temporary that it goes so much S.W. If I don’t follow it I will cut across abt N.E. it came a thunder shower while I eat lunch at Crescent Creek so I fixed up some mosquito netting form y bed y tonight while cooking supper I had another thunder shower. I was walking barefoot for several miles this p.m. the trail soft as velvet underfoot from half decayed tree old y needles y moss. It has been a little cloudy most of the day so it had not been so very warm.** There was a heavy smoke over the mountains to the W. last night.

*Parsons encountered a trail crew working a stretch of the trail he was hiking the day before. They invited me to stay for dinner and the night with them.

**Parsons often hiked barefoot, in part because he liked the feeling the ground beneath his feet and also to save wear and tear on his boots.

“That old Porky came back close to camp again after dark y he was deeding on something y grunting until he woke me up.* Well this morning I followed the trail up to the divide, there I climbed a high point near by to look over the country. The creek across the pass flowed W y then S.W. so it was out of the question unless I followed down for a ways y then headed up another creek to N but to the N I could see a big valley which I was sure must be the S. F. of the Blackfoot. To make sure I went down to the pass after my pack then climbed up over a very rough spur of a peak y dropped down on top of the divide which I followed N for a couple miles. This was right at timberline y beautiful country. There was snow in places but it was solid y good going, there was lots of flowers: Buttercups, Ememenies [sic], some small very blue forget-me-nots, heather, white y purple y 3-4 others. It was difficult to tell the main divide as there was high peaks in all directions one range going north y S.E of the valley y another, the range I was on, going W.

Well I went down in that valley y had to fight brush, windfall y steep slopes for about 3 hours then a trail came down from an eastern tributary y followed down. Soon after I got a surprise where I found a sign which said Sun River Game Preserve.

So with all my careful planning I still was on the wrong river. It didn’t make very much difference as it also went N, but I thought I should be able to pick out my route even if I had only a poor map. I kept on going down until 4.30 when I found a nice location for a camp on a willow covered gravelbar. I had a bath y sunbath at noon y tonight I have been running around here stark nude for a couple hours.

I saw elk this p.m. I will follow along the creek down to the N.F. then up that one y across the divide again to Middle fork of Blackfoot which is a boundary of Glacier Park. That is not only the direct route to the park but also to supplies. I covered about 35-40 miles the last 2 days. This is one day again where I did not see anybody.

*The night before a porcupine (“Mr. Porky”) followed Parson down the trail and visited his camp.