June 12, 1953 , Friday. Up at 6:30 AM. Ira and Ernie had catch a long-eared Bat in the store house with a net. Ira said that the bat flew in the house while he was in there. Today the weather was horrible. The sky was almost totally overcast in the morning, but it cleared up by afternoon. The wind blew all day, the strongest it has yet blown here. It damn near blew the west wall out of our cabin. I spent the entire morning preparing five specimens and working up notes. In the afternoon I walked northwest of camp to a tiny water seepage about 3 miles due north of Silverlow. The shrubby cover was very dense along the way. Purshia tridentata and Ephedra viridis are much more common in the foothills here than great camps. The Pinyon, too, particularly on the east-facing slopes, is quite dense. The trees here are in virgin condition and the ground beneath them is covered with a deep needle litter. The trees are up to two feet in diameter and about thirty feet high, and are very close together in places. The wind was blowing so hard that few birds were seen. On the top of a small peak