Monday, July 12, 2010
12 July, 1911
All night and today wild gusts of wind shaking the hut; long, ragged twisted wind-cloud in the middle heights. A watery moon shining through a filmy cirro-stratus -- the outlook wonderfully desolate with its ghostly illumination and patchy clouds of flying snow drift. It would be hardly possible for a tearing, raging wind to make itself more visible. The gusts exceed 70 mph.