5:30 pm I pull into camp. Looks deserted. I get out and poke around. Before I step up to old farmhouse residence/office, a truck pulls up. Two guys step out. Friendly enough. Seem to be coming from 20-30 years ago in dress and manner. Talked with a little southern accent. I learn that cost for a night is $15 with no hookups. They mention road past cabins leads to another campground I’d have to myself. There are ten or so spots to choose from. I park on a nice level spot, set up camp. Wildlife abounds here. Jack Rabbit hops by. I take dogs without leashes on a nice long walk. Over the creek and up to a field, seeing 2 more jack rabbits. I try to get dogs interested. They catch scent but don’t act on it. We spot 4 deer browsing in the field. GG's interested. She's come to get excited by hooved animals since watching the antelope. The dogs are thrilled. Feels good to shake the suburbs. We make it back for dinner and ready for bed. The night sets in and pitch black.So very quiet in Cottonwood Hollow. About 9:30 pm I was ready to sleep. Opened RV door for one last look at night scene. Sky was lighter than black silhouetted rock cliff. Stars were vivid. Holy shit! What's that! There a hovering object above the hill! It seemed to be looking at me. Hair on arms and neck electrified. It’s watching me! It was dark, looked oval with flat sides. What should I do? It had 4-5 lights arranged in a horizontal line. One light was red. others were different brightnesses of white. Not evenly spaced. It was 4-12 feet long. It hovered about 15 feet above the 80 foot ridge for about 30 seconds. There were no beams of light. Frozen in place, wondering how to get a picture. Before I had a chance to grab for camera inside, with precision of a hummingbird, it turned and zipped directly away, behind the cliff. I was freaked out and elated. Could this be alien contact! Now Frightened. I would be an easy specimen to collect if this were an alien scout. WHAT WAS IT? An Alien? A drone working for government? Why here in the middle of nowhere? Is something devious going on? Could it be working for the BLM to check for fires? Yikes. I did not sleep well. Turned lights out right away. Fished out autographed Ken Griffey Junior baseball bat. Layed down stiff like a corpse. No phone service. I’m 1000 feet of pitch blackness away from nearest camper. The UFO must have been between 500 and 1,000 feet away. Dogs are unusually quiet. Dogs must sense my angst. I could be prey. A predator could sweep down, pop open this RV like a tin can and devour me or worse, be taken prisoner, slowly pulled apart. Oh man. My imagination was not helping make it through night. Pins and needles.
Happy when morning came. Needed to tell someone. Need to find out what the hell that was. Was this a joke someone was playing? The way it flew was no joke. Hope it was man-made. Whats going on in Nine Mile Canyon? Pack up quickly and decide to explore a bit more of the petroglyphs before driving to Green River to get my shaking self back together. Met a guy and his son pulling out of camp. He was the right guy. I told him what I’d seen. He happened to have been a UFO sighting investigator at one point in life! He asked me several questions like; was there any sound? (no) What shape? Did it glow? Was it light or mechanical? Did you find any bruises or marks on your body?
His name was Doyle Angus. He mentioned I could report it on a website www.mofon.com He had a knowing look in his eyes. I gave him my phone number. I didn't even think to check my body.
Everything seems fine. Except my right nostril. It seems sensitive. Probably nothing.
Had to tell someone. Rock drawings are taking on a different significance. I can’t put my finger on it, but I still feel like I’m being watched. I cross paths a few miles north of camp with Doyle as he is looking for petroglyphs also. Somehow his presence was reassuring.
I get to canyon mid-point and turn round. Drive to truck stop at Green River.
Another town biting oil boom dust. I wonder if UFO was oil company drone? May never know what that was.
In Green River there’s a Wi-Fi connection and phone service at the truck stop. Start searching for UFO information. I start filing a report with mofon.com. Towards the end of filling out submission form it demands all rights to my reported incident, including picture and drawings I was going to send. This smacks of cashing in! Decide not to file the account. I'll put it on my blog. I email BLM and ask if they utilize drones in Nine Mile Canyon. Hope someone responds.
Don’t know what to do with this experience now. Everything seems even stranger than it was. I may need to speak to some experts. Could aliens already be working amongst us? A new meaning to the term illegal aliens. It was probably a drone. In the future they may be commonplace. Not so comforting in the present.
Happy when morning came. Needed to tell someone. Need to find out what the hell that was. Was this a joke someone was playing? The way it flew was no joke. Hope it was man-made. Whats going on in Nine Mile Canyon? Pack up quickly and decide to explore a bit more of the petroglyphs before driving to Green River to get my shaking self back together. Met a guy and his son pulling out of camp. He was the right guy. I told him what I’d seen. He happened to have been a UFO sighting investigator at one point in life! He asked me several questions like; was there any sound? (no) What shape? Did it glow? Was it light or mechanical? Did you find any bruises or marks on your body?
His name was Doyle Angus. He mentioned I could report it on a website www.mofon.com He had a knowing look in his eyes. I gave him my phone number. I didn't even think to check my body.
Everything seems fine. Except my right nostril. It seems sensitive. Probably nothing.
Had to tell someone. Rock drawings are taking on a different significance. I can’t put my finger on it, but I still feel like I’m being watched. I cross paths a few miles north of camp with Doyle as he is looking for petroglyphs also. Somehow his presence was reassuring.
I get to canyon mid-point and turn round. Drive to truck stop at Green River.
Another town biting oil boom dust. I wonder if UFO was oil company drone? May never know what that was.
In Green River there’s a Wi-Fi connection and phone service at the truck stop. Start searching for UFO information. I start filing a report with mofon.com. Towards the end of filling out submission form it demands all rights to my reported incident, including picture and drawings I was going to send. This smacks of cashing in! Decide not to file the account. I'll put it on my blog. I email BLM and ask if they utilize drones in Nine Mile Canyon. Hope someone responds.
Don’t know what to do with this experience now. Everything seems even stranger than it was. I may need to speak to some experts. Could aliens already be working amongst us? A new meaning to the term illegal aliens. It was probably a drone. In the future they may be commonplace. Not so comforting in the present.
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