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The biggest of the few jollies I would get out of this work was when I would be near Snoqualmie Pass and A6s or F18s would come screaming overhead at supersonic speeds, just above the tree tops (always in pairs in tight formation). These demons would blast through the valley bottoms, then up and over the mountain ridges, hugging the terrain the whole way. Mind blowing!
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