We drove to end of road 1/3 up mountain with Mr. Curran of the Forestry Service. Extraordinary large tropical trees up there. Mr. Curran is father of Hugo Curran who is going as Fairchild’s assistant.
Had Thanksgiving dinner at the Currans, a short distance away. They all held hands around the table while saying grace, a custom I have never seen before.
They had an 11 ft. python skin from one killed near the house. Party consisted of Mr. and Mrs Curran, Fairchilds, Miss Curran, Hugo Curran and his fiance. Fairchild got me to tell treasure hunting and Alaska stories at dinner.