H. Berleek 1966 Journal 65 Cape Thompson, Alaska. 5 Aug. On the way down from Meade River to Cape Thompson we had to land in a narrow valley on a runway full of willow bushes and which was so short that we could not get off it. After 8 runs I suggested I get out and he, Jo Felder, try it by himself, and if successful he could land on the top of a nearby hill. After one trial run, he did barely managed to get airborne by the second. Further down the coast I had to drag three cans of coffee to a group of 4 Athabascan people, who were camped along the coast. We arrived at Thompson at 19:30, welcomed by Steve and Tom, who arrived yesterday. After supper, I liked upstream along the Ogotoruk Creek, a wide stone strewn creek, with many side channels. I went as far as Trail Creek, which drains a wide valley, mainly characterized by knee deep grass tussocks. It was here where I saw the Barr-tailed Godwits. The upper reaches of the tributaries to Ogotoruk Creek all had thick snow banks, turned to ice, some of which must be several years old, because it probably does not melt before the new snow falls in the autumn. I got home at 23:00 followed by all mosquitoes in hell. After a midnight snack and a fantabulous shower (the first in two weeks) I turned in at 24:10. 6 Aug. Got up at 08:00 in time for breakfast, prepared by the cook Fidel (a Filipino). It was overcast and we had