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Jumping out of perfectly good airplanes!!

It was pitch black except for the modest illumination of the head lamps. There was litte to see other than an endless landscape of rocks.  We were on the slopes of Mt. Shasta, probably at around 9000 ft. Underneath our boots, the rocks and boulders shifted precariously. I knew I was walking close to the… Continue reading Jumping out of perfectly good airplanes!!