Tuesday, 6 July 1943. The day broke somewhat foggy but Len and I decided to make our climb. Len, with Willie, got away earlier than I as I had a good catch of bugs last night and had to fix them up. Also I had to wait until Joe's bread baking was over so that I could take a loaf up with me. My total load ran somewhere about 60 pounds and I was pretty well sunk when I reached the camp at 1,300 feet. Len and Willie had made some tea and left it by the fire, which was out, but the tea was still warm. I had some and made my share of the camp as comfortable as possible. It is rather difficult to describe this 1,300 foot camp geographically; from 400 foot camp we travel between west and south west, first through forest then through scrub and finally through a high-growing [illegible] sort of heath up to a crest at something like 1,350 feet. We crossed the crest, finding the travelling somewhat easier in the scrub on the other side than in the heath on the ridge, and travelled south to where another crest joins the one we had crossed. Camp was approximately there, there being a [illegible] little bit of level ground about fifteen by twelve feet. The ridge we had crossed dips down and finally reaches Pufftalooney Peak, the other ridge leads ultimately to Mount Tozer, some eight hundred feet higher than Pufftalooney. The camp was a very simple one, consisting only of a fly, under which two piles of fern fronds provided the beds. Our meals were as simple as the camp; tea, bread and bully beef being about all we had been able to carry up. Len and Willie being away somewhere when I arrived, though I could hear them chopping trees in the distance, I did some collecting along the trail that George had cut some time ago and Van and Don had improved during their stay up there. Diverging a little, I cut through to the main crest here and there, but the collecting was disappointing. Van and Don had come down with exactly nothing after their three days and two nights there, so I did not anticipate very much. Over supper Len and I decided to make the real ascent the next morning hoping the weather would be [illegible] as good as it was all day today. Then I took my kerosene pressure lamp, which had been one of the things making the bulk of my load, and hung it with the funnel trap in the bush. Len set a few mammal traps and we turned in on our fern beds after I examined my light trap and found victims to be very scarce. Willie slept outside, also on fern leaves, which are far less idyllic than they sound, and Len and I parked our weary carcasses under the fly. The Australian use of the words "scrub" and "forest" is somewhat confusing to us. Scrub is thick, viney forest, usually permeated with that abomination, lawyer cane. Forest is open grass land with comparatively few trees and not at all thick in its vegetation. We would call it savanna forest. Wednesday, 7 July 1943. The morning dawned misty though there had been no rain during the night. We had slept well though Len found some of the leaf stems pretty hard, and Willie had got up at intervals and built up the fire. We breakfasted, again on tea, bully and bread, and set out for Tozer summit. Dense mist closed down on us almost immediately and heavy rain started so that before we had gone a hundred yards from camp, we were soaked. The trail, along the side of the other crest, at a steep angle, was slippery with greasy mud, and ran through scrub and viney forest for some distance. Later