July 5. A cold, dark, windy morning. Much of snow had evaporated, but still several inches thick in depressions; whole landscape still white. Because low-center polygons were still snow-filled, I worked along face of bluff over Meade R. 9 in ravines in it, to the coal mine. Got many things, not previously seen, that might otherwise have been over- looked. Back to Winnipeg at 2:00. Dorothy had no more than gotten a pan of pork chops on the stove than we heard a plane— Mal Stuehli’s ARL 180— which was met by us and