The slopes leading up to the pass, near Mount Forget (not named at that time), were blue with forget-me-nots when Mary Lenore Jobe Akeley [1878–1966] and Donald “Curly” Phillips [1884–1938] came through in 1914 on their way to Mount Kitchi (Mount Sir Alexander).

Before us stretched out a great alpine basin, probably fifteen square miles in area, presenting a wonderful vista of soft, sweet alpine grass, multi-colored alpine flowers, and low-growing balsams. Two miles beyond Eagle Pass we crossed a tributary of the ‘West’ Branch of the Little Smoky. Two miles beyond this stream we came to what seemed an easy pass-at 6,500 feet. As the other side proved to be only cliff, scree and rock-fall, we turned west, crossed two more alpine summits in four miles. The latter, at 6,400 feet, was snow filled, while the slopes leading up to this pass were blue with forget-me-nots. Below Forget-me-not Pass, we had four hours of maddening trail cutting down a rhododendron descent of 1,500 feet, so steep that the pack horses trod constantly upon each others tails.