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| In the middle of the day, we all met on the side of the mountain for lunch. They parked the chopper precariously on a ridge. This, however, was nothing compared to some of the landings we had done earlier. There were times when Josh advised us to "stay back from that edge there". "Or you'll fall about three thousand feet to your death," I added in my mind. Given that we saw the massive, towering cliff on our way up the mountain, he didn't need to mention it twice. |