Greene, H. 1990 November 13 (continued) head down approx 25 cm out from top of the road bank on a grass stem. No frogs or evidence of them in the road tracks in rain pools in general area where I saw frog eggs earlier. Sky was a low cover of dark clouds, their borders evident only on far distant horizon from under the edge of which I could see Jupiter (I think) and a few stars. Oddly (?) I could see no fires or other lights nor hear voices in the cultivated valleys on either side of the ridge -- an eerie silence from my biased perspective and knowledge that so many people live down there, one broken only once or twice by a lone dog barking. It was cold, but I had on my new warm jacket bought for this trip, and enjoyed the almost electric feeling of the night. I am ready to go home, and not especially looking forward to the next 5-6 days of seasail. November 14 Up approx 0630 hrs, unable to sleep. Went out on the slope behind our bunk house, sat on a stump and listened to "Die Straits": "These mist covered mountains..." while looking out on some, musing about old injuries. Finally noticed Jan's gray-stripped tabby cat, parallel to me on a tree limb that juts out from the clearing over a forest trail -- a good bet was