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Originally Posted by Pazuzu
One day on the mountaintop, we were socked in with a low cloud layer, driving snow and lightning. So, basically freezing snow, in a fog bank, with lighting hitting the mountain around you. Every time there was a lightning strike, the entire cloud bank would light up like a florescent light, with us inside of it, blinding us. You couldn't tell how close it was or what direction, because the air itself was illuminated and the sound was echoing from every direction.
Good times...
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I was a ranger at a place named Rae Lakes in 1971, I walked up to the top of the pass to the south one day. It was under a layer of high clouds. As I got to the top of the pass, I felt sort of tingly. Two people sitting there among the rocks at the top said, "Hey, your hair is standing up on end." I imediately dropped down among the rocks myself.