Last year when we climbed the cliff, two French AF jets flew by in full afterburner (read loud) mode. We were under the cliff and it went from dead silence to huge roar in a second. We all ducked thinking the place had exploded. This year we got to the top and I said "I wonder where the jets are." Then I looked over the valley and there were two Mirages banking for a pass over us. I got this guy as he went overhead.
We live in a navy town here and see and hear jets all of the time, but other than when the Blue Angels are here for a show they aren't allowed to fly as low as these guys were flying. They appeared to be having a ball.
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