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Not paranormal but definitely scary.
>out backpacking San Gorgonio with my bros and dad
>bros wanna go home but dad and I wanna make it to the top
>have handy dandy baofeng on us
>bros get to the bottom of mountain and radio in about the weather
>says a big one is coming
>we think they’re joking
>they are dead serious
>since we’re 12 miles out won’t have time to make it out
>they say good luck and that they love us
>wegondie.jpg
>start seeing the clouds roll over the mountains to the (east?)
>looking bad man
>dad and I say fuck it, can’t make it down the mountain now
>set camp at ~9500 ft
>wind starts blowing hard, snows falling
>can’t make a fire, just gonna have to ride it out in the tent
>big brain me has a summer bag, dads got the artic -40 bag.
>feet are frozen
Now this is when it gets fucking spooky.
>wind starts blowing but not like normal wind
>situated against a canyon so the wind is being guided in what is like a natural funnel
>the wind sounds like a 747 off in the distance
>starts with a faint blow and gradually gets louder and louder until it’s right on top of us
>sounds like the fucking afterburner of jet is right on us
>tent is being blown over to the ground, barley staying up right
>the sound is countinually fading in and out
>impossible to sleep because it’s so loud
>trees and branches falling
>snow pelting the tent
>luckily we have hand dandy radio.
>only station that comes in clear is rock
>hotel California comes on
>almost wanna cry because Im freezing to death and it’s so loud.
My dad has seen and done a lot of shit in his life and at 60 I know he’s seen some shit, but he said that was one of the scariest moments of his life. We broke camp at first light and struggled through a foot of snow to get off the mountain. Good time though, would do it again.