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Bob changed me to a blue box more sheltered from the wind. John decided to deliver me to the helo door by snowmobile.

This morning Gh still offered to come out with me & Bill offered her the chance. She told him she felt neutral: she would be glad to go but if he had anything for her to do in the field, she would be glad to stay. He said she could be very useful; He would work w. Ian and the other three would finish surveying; go to mid-western ice field and, maybe, back to Battlements. So she decided to stay. I had said it would be lovely to have her but I didn't need her so badly that I would want her to give up her last week in the field if there were anything to do -- we couldn't tell about that. We said goodbye w. great affection. I am sure it is real. I was clearly overreacting [[strikethrough]] yesterday [[/strikethrough]] 2 days ago, as I sometimes do.

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I sat in the lovely sun until we heard a helo coming I was ^[[to be]] accompanied by 2 orange canvas bags (stuffed to the gills), my brown tote, my sleeping bag, camera bag, and box w. boots & specimens.

The helo came directly south, circled, & landed. John drove up his snowmobile, backed it up to where I sat, & I hove onto the box in rear. Gh. took a picture. John said he was sorry I was leaving under these conditions.

The flightmaster came up to me & said I should wait until they unloaded everything -- Willins & his gear (Ian is moving into my space with Ghislaine -- she still plans to use her ziplock bags at night).

Gh. collected the helo mail & quickly gave me 3 or 4 letters. Then they packed my stuff in and two crewmen supported me off the Ski-doo and into the helo. Strapped me into the 2nd seat from left. W. much waving we took off.