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We did gravity surveys at ~ 4 places. One near a moraine at lst slope from camp. One on bedrock beneath the high peaks of A.H. Then John announced we were liking to the top. He meant the peak! I realized this after I lifted complete camera case & altimeter. Gh & I climbed ridge together -- John way ahead & Bob close behind them. It was quite a job, although not far or very steep. Out of breath & heart racing. Stopped frequently. Read altitutde on both instruments. Took pictures - stunning scenery...Mt. Brook [[?]] & the true polar plateau reaching south.

Climbed back down & over to the edge of a deep valley in rock & snow. Then to Coraface N. En Route we stopped to see an old abandoned snow mobile of a complicated sort--and fuel drums dropped by parachute.

Coraface N. a remarkable site. First we stopped at a foothill with geodes, zeolites, [[?]] [[?]] & a pavement of basalt & Gloa (Black). Collected a little while. Then we drove around the end of that moraine (?) to see the sheer, crenelated cliffs of Caroface N. itself -- a spectacular expanse of pillow lavas interbedded w. paragnite [[?]]. Gorgeous. We considered climbing to top to get one more ground truth reading of elevation 

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but John found it sheer ice on which we would need ropes, crampons etc. So we circled the Nematoh and searched some beautiful, high blue ice fields between coraface and Battlemente. A thrilling ride as though we were on top of the world in the high sun--no wind, warm and lovely. No meteorites. We get home about 5:15 after 39 niles -- up and down slopes and over the high snow & ice fields.

I gave much thought today about who should come to Antartica on projects like this. I cannot lift or pull quite as easily as Ghislaine -- or climb as fast as John or Bob. But I'm not really very far behind. Should strength matter most? or attitude? Is not personality more of a problem, potentially, than strength? I've come to no decision.

Back home we finally raided our cache inherited from  [[?]] & [[?]]. Found my oatmeal, peanut butter, honey, hash etc. Had lobster tails & carrots for dinner after pea soup. John dropped by w a zerox of geol of this area. Inspected our stoves. Agreed on signals for getting up.

I have a great sense of well-being--partly, today, because the radio contact confirmed that my brown bag was found & locked in our cage at Berg Ctr. 9:15 & nearly time for bed.