I just got back from my thrip to the center of the sun. I drove my new car down to Arizona to see an old friend, go to Tombstone one more time and drove past both the east and west sides of Area 51 as I drove down and back.
The highlight of the trip was a railroad trip to the Grand Canyon. That and the three UFO sightings I had, all during daylight hours, so no, they were’t street lamps. I really was hoping for an alien abduction vacation to a warmer planet than the Northwest, at least in the winter when mold grows under your arms if you don’t shower and use bleach twice a day. It may have happened, but I don’t remember it. Maybe a memory implant of a trip to Mars, and I’m Arnold Swartenegger.
I’d loved to blog and paste photos of my trip as I went, but we all know about robmyhouse.com, don’t we? You don’t know about robmyhouse.com? Don’t take a trip until you know more, and park a Jeep in front of your door before you leave, and booby traps, but I digress.
I’ve had well over half a dozen unexplained sightings, the first, when I was about seven years old. They were all a variation of some sort of light in the sky, never anything more detailed or close. These were all very distant, until today. Don’t get excited. It wasn’t that close; at least that I can remember . . . Driving north on I5 in northern California, something caught my eye outside my driver door window. Two white or silvery discs, like a saucer upside down, flat on the bottom, steep sloping edges with a flat top. the two shapes shimmered and flickered and danced around one another in a haphazard pattern yet maintaining a space between them, two to three times their size. These were the size of a shirt button held at arm’s length. I had to keep my eye on the road, so I could only glance a look every second or so. The episode lasted about 30 seconds and I lost track of them. I did not see them vanish. I just did not see them on the last glance out the window.
I don’t know what it means. I offer no explanations. It’s what I saw. No drugs or alcohol were involved. I was wearing prescription polarized sunglasses that seem to make these things more visible. Reading that all back to myself sounds pretty clinical, but I want to remember this accurately.
If you just spend time outside and look up, sooner or later you’ll see something. I just spent 200 hours looking out of my windshield.