Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 2

On the way up there, while climbing up Reno Pass, I fell on a flat leaf prickly pear and broke a thorn off in my little finger. It stayed there for several years before it finally worked out. We camped at a water-hole one night. During the night bears came down to drink but they didn’t bother us. The next morning when we left camp, my cousin, Earl Greenwell, left his cap behind. After we had gone several miles, it was found missing and George Horne, a boy with the group, volunteered to ride back and get it. He got the hat but before he overtook the company, they had passed a fork in the road. When he got there he did not know which way we had gone and became frightened. He rode a ways up one road and when he did not find us, he rode back to the fork and up another road and still did not find us. In the meantime the folks became alarmed when he did not come so some of the men rode back to find him. When they found him, he was unharmed but very happy to be back with the others. The next morning we continued our journey and all reached home safely.