Gill, Dougifis E. 
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worked our way back but got separated. X got back to our out croppy 
first and saw Larry way back. Apparently be was still searching the 
higher cliffs. The sun was setting and it became increasingly cold, tfy 
the layers were just not enough and I was shivering. Besides I had only 
brought a can of pineapple and I was in no mood to eat that. Larry teturned 
and we waited as dusk settled in. When it became dark we heard our first 
Dark-rump over in the canyon we had gotten to the edge of (Canyon No. 2). 
We heard another bit, there weren't many. One came into our canyon to the 
left where Larry had worked and another came into the right, near my one 
good burrow. We put on our head lamps, Larry went to his burrow and I went 
to mine. Everything looked quite different at night and I couldn't find mine. 
When I was in the right area (I thought) the clouds came in and the mist 
blocked out my land marks. Larry came over having found his burrow empty 
and he waited for me to find mine. Finally I gave up, because I was so 
turned around I wasn't sure I was on the right ridge anymore. We were both 
pretty discouraged because: (l) Although we had found about 50 burrows this 
afternoon" we hadn't found any birds in them, (2) We were having an impossible 
time trying to locate the burrows we had found, and (5) We hadn't heard 
more than 6 birds in the entire crater. We decided to go over to Canyon No. 
2 where we had heard the most birds. It was still misting and we were slowly 
getting soaked, contrary to Larry's previous statements liking this to a 
desert. We finally got to the separating ridge (which I didn't recognize 
but Larry did) and started working the other side. I wasn't at all enthus- 
iastic because I just didn't like the idea of working these treacherous 
slopes and cliffs at night in a mist. I wasn't working very hard and I knew 
