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One year I was well above treeline on Mount Katahdin when a storm quickly moved in. I nearly sheet myself, could taste metal in my mouth, hair standing on end and me crouched into a tiny ball praying for my life for about 45 minutes. Funny how religious one can get in the face of danger. I saw lightning literally bounce off the rocks, strike after strike. No fun that day, my ears rang and I was sore from head to toe for about three days after.
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