Thwump. Thwump. Thwump. Am I so out of shape that walking up Mount Shasta is causing a heart attack?
I could feel this chopper coming before I could see it. It was turbo loud and the sound was amplified by Mount Shasta’s Ski Bowl. The chopper appeared over one ridge – perhaps from the ski area on the other side of the mountain – and disappeared over another.
Near as I can tell, it was gray, not black. Maybe.
October 8, 2009. Mount Shasta, California.