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  • Kelli and I were heading up Mt Shasta via North Gate. Part of the trail is in a very steep, very narrow canyon. First we heard a loud crack high above us followed by the sound of branches snapping and tumbling rocks.

    As it got louder and louder we both looked for somewhere to run when we realized we didn't have time or anywhere to run for that matter. We each chose a large boulder next to us and dove behind it.

    It seemed to go on forever, the sound of crashing trees, rocks and boulders getting louder and louder. You could hear rocks flying past and bouncing off other rocks and the air was full of dust, dirt and leaves.

    Suddenly it was deathly quiet, the air still full of dust and leaves when we both slowly poked our heads out from our respective hiding spots, looked at each other and said the same thing....

    “If a tree falls in the forest...........”

    Then we both went into that hysterical little laugh folks go into when they are totally jacked up on adrenalin and realize they aren't dead.
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