Journal and notes of Guy Richards, Whitney South Sea Expedition, 1927-1928
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yesterday went down to the 102 mark. In the forenoon 199 he tried to take a cup of Bovril, but the attempt was unsuccessful. Meanwhile, all other operations are tem- porarily abandoned. Severe rains, which come up here simultaneously with the waning of the moon, have fallen all week. It is impossible to believe we could have done any valuable shooting in the days we have missed. The rain clouds pour through the gap in the two ridges above us and swoop down the valley under the force of a very high gusty wind. Each rain squall is a storm in itself. The trees on the ridges are shaken all over each other and several of them, with the report of a giant cannon ball, have fallen over and careened into the bush on the side of the mountain. The climate during the late storms has remained cold, like late October days in New England. It has seemed preposterous to look far down the valley to the coast and know that around the nose of the nearest north- ern peninsula is the hottest place in the world, with the exception of one famous little harbor on the Persian Gulf. At night the clouds clear away and there follows the cold crystal atmosphere of New England in November. We have been thankful for all our blankets, overcoats, shooting coats, and everything we could pile on. The change has been a blessing, and I, for one, look forward with melancholy circumspection to the time when we shall have to return to the coast.