Canadian Adventurers and Explorers Bundle. John Wilson
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Her boss had remained unconvinced. In his eyes, Phyl, nicely turned out in a smart suit for her office job, did not appear as he imagined a passionate mountain climber should look, especially one who claimed to have been marooned by the tides. He really believed she was making up the story.
“I’ll bring you evidence to prove that I was mountain climbing,” she had promised, hoping she would not be fired. “I’ll show you the pictures. I can take the film in today at lunch and it should be ready later this week. Just please, let me stay here working until then, and then you will see. I don’t mean to miss work, but sometimes the unexpected occurs.”
The pictures backed up her story, and Phyl’s boss had finally believed that she really had intended to get back on time, and had not just fabricated a wild story to get an extra day off.
Don earned a living as a freelance journalist and a writer. He had no boss to face on Monday morning, although manuscript deadlines and publication dates kept him on track.
Phyl put her skills and experience on hold for several years and stayed at home to care for Edith. Yet Phyl’s “at-home” life was not exactly traditional in routine. Taking advantage of what she called “the extra time” she now had as an at-home wife and mother, Phyl continued with BCMC activities, especially the social ones, and organized many club dances and parties. She undertook more and more responsibilities in Guiding and, as always, partnered with Don on outdoor ventures, in their leisure time “exploring and climbing in unknown mountainous parts of B.C., mapping, studying, and collecting specimens of insects and flora for the Provincial Museum in Victoria, as well as photographing and studying the snow and ice of the big glaciers.”
Women climbers in Phyl’s day were accepted only if they kept up with the men and disguised from others the fact that they hiked. Phyl always thought it unfortunate that so many women were discouraged from pursuing climbing because they were not as strong as the men, and she advised women: “Don’t go too fast at first. Just go steadily to begin with and do the breathing, in and out as regularly as you can, with the movement of your body. Have the right attitude and just hang on with it.”
There had been some changes in women’s clothing since Phyllis first began to hike and could wear hiking garb only on the mountain slopes, never below. Knickerbockers were a wonderful improvement over the bloomers that had been easy to hide under skirts but so voluminous they caught up on the bushes. Knickerbockers were tapered like a man’s pant, but only came to the knee. Women could wear knee socks or tights underneath, although “puttees,” a kind of khaki cloth wound round the legs below the knickers almost like a bandage from the knee to the boot, were most popular. Puttees were actually good for snow because they kept the snow from getting in your boots and were thus a precursor to gaiters. Britches – as Phyl called the first trousers worn by women – were held up by a pair of suspender straps. Eventually in the 1930s and 1940s women began to wear more tapered ski pants with an under-foot strap that held the pants tight to the body and prevented snow from getting under the legs of the pants.
The fabrics used in those early days were made from natural fibres, not synthetic. The first tents Phyl and her Girl Guides used were a heavy canvas that was firm and stiff and very water repellent. The canvas was perfect for a fixed camp location but not at all suitable for packing and taking on the trail. For backpacking in to the bush and on climbing expeditions, Phyl sewed their tents of sail-silk or Egyptian cotton, a light, tightly woven cloth that had proven to be durable in wind and rain. Don designed the tents and made templates for all the pieces. Then they shifted the furniture out of their living room, laid out the fabric on the floor, and cut it all out. Phyl sewed the pieces together using her trusty treadle, a sewing machine operated by foot power. The treadle mechanism connected to the arm of the needle, and as Phyl worked the treadle with her feet, the needle arm pumped up and down, lifting the needle in and out of the fabric, which Phyl guided with her hands.
When the tent was completed, snaps and all, it weighed about two kilograms and was big enough for the three of them. A little V-shaped antechamber held their packs and boots. The guy-ropes were very strong and matched perfectly to the weight of the fabric. The tent fabric was water resistant as long as nothing touched the sides during a rainstorm. Over the years, waxes renewed the surface.
Phyl also sewed climbing clothes because store-bought clothing did not last in the bush, nor did it keep the flies from biting and the rain from soaking their bodies. She often made climbing trousers out of old wool blankets, for the natural oils in the blanket made the trousers rainproof, almost waterproof, windproof, and warm. Yet the wool breathed, so the wearer never really got heated in these home-made pants. Phyl generally sewed hers as knickers and then wound puttees around her legs. She always wore a wool shirt and carried extra sweaters. She never put the sweater on until they stopped, because this was when the sweat on her skin would cool and give her shivers. For instance when she stopped for lunch, Phyl would put a sweater on and then if needed, she would also add what they called a “bone-dry.” The bone-dry coat was the same canvas-type coat as that worn by loggers, except an extra piece of canvas was sewn over the shoulders and down the back to help with perspiration beneath the climber’s pack and as an extra padding against the wooden pack frame. The bone-dry coat also had pockets for carrying a compass, a notebook, pocket knife, and snack foods that would be awkward to get to in the clothing layer beneath. The bone-dry trousers generally did not have pockets, but they were essential when pushing through wet bush as they were almost completely waterproof.
When Don and Phyl began climbing the mountains around Vancouver, people packed their supplies by wrapping everything up in a wool blanket and then fastening and knotting it up with rope or belt. They looped the rope or belt to make a shoulder strap and slung the load over a shoulder. Soon packboards were invented and hikers could have their hands free because their load was fixed to a wooden frame fitted with shoulder straps, which balanced the load between the shoulder blades. Don did not like the Trapper Nelson style packboards then in vogue. He thought the wooden side pieces were far too long for hiking in dense underbrush as they easily caught on vines, salal, or fallen logs. He fashioned his own packboards, tailor-made them for himself, Phyl, and eventually Edith. The two wooden bars down the side of the frame were shorter than conventional ones. The other advantage to Don’s design was that the canvas packs were completely self-contained and could also be used without the packboards, unlike the Trapper Nelson design that integrated the pack onto the board.
In 1923 alone, the Mundays managed to squeeze an amazing number of trips into a single season. Beginning in February, Phyl was the only woman amongst thirteen club members to participate in a snowshoe trip to Mount Strachan (elevation 1455 metres). They stayed overnight at the club cabin on Grouse, where, no doubt, they thawed the gramophone by placing it inside the wood-fired cast-iron oven before playing dance music until the wee hours. As Edith was now two years old, Phyl could leave child-minding to Don or her mother on an occasional weekend.
The following month Don led a group of twenty BCMC members to Goat Mountain and returned via the Lynn Valley. In April, Phyl, Don, and club members went to Cathedral Mountain near Seymour Lake. In May, Don again led a group, this time on a one-day trip up Dam Mountain. In August the BCMC annual camp was at Avalanche Pass, southeast of Alta Lake (now known as Whistler). At the time there was no Sea-to Sky Highway, and travel to the area