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Once in the Sierras, I saw a rock fall. It was the size of a couple of large buses & became dislodged near the top of a steep ridge at about 12K+ ft. altitude. It was about an eighth of a mile from me. Reminded me you can always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was so big, it more slid & hardly tumbled & didn't go too far. It made noise, but surprisingly little.
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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