111 Goroka - Gono Deciding about 9 a.m. that the mist was unlikely to clear, I set out alone along the main track leading bush (southeast) from the resthouse. Went half to the three-quarters of a mile without getting into the good forest we were told about on Friday's visit. A variety of relic trees of the primary forest stood in Pandanus groves and brushy second growths on former garden lands. A good sprinkling of these old trees were a brown pine (Podocarpus aff. neriifolius); some may have been Nothofagus. It was impossible to be sure in the mist. What I saw in my morning walk was disappointing ecologically. Van got only widespread Rattus exulans in the few traps he had out last night. (A large Pipistrellus sp. was shot at dusk). I propose to give the locality a two-day trial and if it is not satisfactory move back to the #2 camp site on the north slopes of the mountain Friday morning. Out on the trail this morning I met several small groups of men and boys bound for the Gono Resthouse. Going to carry the cargo of a "seven day" master due to arrive today, they said in pidgin. About 1:30 in the afternoon a heavily laden green Land Rover was driven into the resthouse compound by Seventh Day Adventist medical missionary Dr. Len [illegible]. With him was another clean-cut, and bigger and heavier man of early middle age named Eric Weir. [illegible] was starting on a six-weeks patrol to the remote Karimui area in the border country, his chief mission being to give 5000 shots for yaws. Weir, a professional photographer, was going with him to make movies and still photos -- under an Australian TV contract, and some sort of arrangement with one of the Los Angeles papers. There is also going to be an effort to sell an article to the National Geographic. I did not realize until afterwards that I should have offered them something other than a drink of tea to go with buttered scones, jam and honey, but both appeared to enjoy it. They would not accept an offer that they share the resthouse with us in the hope that tomorrow would be fine, but set off in mist and rain about 3 o'clock on a two-hour walk to the next resthouse. Their carriers were eager to get down to a lower and warmer altitude, according to [illegible]. I held an umbrella over Weir and his Kodak Special while he filmed the start of the patrol, a red plastic bucket prominent in the foreground. The "seven days" are generally disliked as missionaries in New Guinea. But our two visitors of today impressed me very favorably. [illegible] saw service in New Guinea during the war and returned as a medical missionary. He founded the leprosy hospital at Mot Hagen and was there 7 o 9 years (a most unpopular medico named Yates now in charge there). Has made several trips recently into the country between here and the Papuan border. Weir, an Australian, spent several years in Vancouver and apparently had some connection with a Seventh Day Adventist medical training school at Los Angeles. Did some gold mining/one time on the upper Ramu River in New Guinea. Today has shown up two more shoddy items in our outfitting. Sisal kraft paper I brought for wrapping botanical specimens preserved temporarily in formalin, and used for the first time on the trip for herbarium material collected on our recce. of Mt. Michael, has leaked formalin solution on diverse items with which the bundle came in contact (I have used other sisal kraft satisfactorily for years). A McGregor"Water repellent" windbreaker jacket, bought not cheaply, let rain into my skin this morning. The shysters did not label it "waterproof", of course.