sheep and hog ranch that would have put me up if their quarters were not occupied by some visiting wool buyers or goders. Hills roundabout did not seem to have enough bunch grass to be good turkamen country anyhow. Upon advice of the [illegible] ranch manager, Mr Wyatt, took the next train to Concepcion and went to Huaychulo - which turns out to be a huge and swanky german run hotel. It is the only "vacation" hotel through in Peru. Others are in cities. Arrived just before dark. Sprinkles of rain, thunder and lightning. Nov 24 Temp 50° at 7 a.m. Night clear. Countryside rather heavily cultivated plus groves of eucalyptus. East of the hotel is a long ridge, almost bare of vegetation, heavily gulleyed, some of the gulleys 15 feet deep. Most of the surface is bare rock, stones, gravel, weathering shale. But on top are some plowed fields, some with young guinoa or sweet potatoes, others with no plants showing. From the top a good view of the hillside and the broad valley running to Huaracayo is afforded. This is the season of plowing and planting (oaten or matlock) and about half of the arable country is a patchwork of fields. The rest is sparse grass on bare eroding slopes. Typical badlands are forming in many places. The country is terribly overused. Especially bad in some of the country between Pachacayo and Concepcion. Very steep and very stony slopes are being cultivated for very small yields. Even in the valley,