3000 ft. Ears not so painful. Fog awful.
Motors better, but not so good.
It is getting lighter and lighter as day dawns. We are not seeing it dawn, however. I wish I knew radio. I could help a lot.
We are over [1] stratum now. At 3000. Bill comes back to radio to find it on the blink.
We are running between the clouds still, but they are coming together. Many clouds all about . . . shouldn't bother. Port motor coughing a bit. Sounds like water. We are going to go into, under or over a storm. I don't like to, with one motor acting the way it is.
How grey it is before; and behind, the mass of soggy cloud we came through, is pink with dawn. Dawn "the rosy fingered," as the Odyssey has it.
Himmel! The sea! We are 3000. Patchy clouds. We have been jazzing from 1000 to 5000 where we now are, to get out of clouds. At present there are sights of blue and sun-190
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That is the way it is written in the log book. So far no one can make out that word before "stratum." Can you? A. E.
