From: Ted Viens <email@example.com> Date: Wed, 08 Oct 1997 08:02:03 -0700 Fwd Date: Wed, 08 Oct 1997 20:12:51 -0400 Subject: Re: The sky over Roswell > Date: Thu, 2 Oct 1997 17:39:43 -0400 (EDT) > To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <firstname.lastname@example.org>, email@example.com > From: "Michael J. Woods" <firstname.lastname@example.org> > Subject: Re: The sky over Roswell > >Date: Wed, 01 Oct 1997 12:18:46 -0700 > >From: Ted Viens <email@example.com> > >To: firstname.lastname@example.org > >Subject: The sky over Roswell > >5th July 1997 Roswell, New Mexico. The Roswell Alien Crash Street Circus > >and Road Show was winding down for another day. Realizing that this > >Pauper's Pilgrimage to EBE Nirvana would have to find shelter for the > >night, I drove my brother and myself to my selected rest stop for a > >restful overnight sleep in my '81 Toyota Corolla. This was a quiet spot > >some 8,000 feet up the northern side of El Capitan near the base of the > >telco microwave towers. > <<snip>> > >The early night was cloudless and the view of the starry skies was as > >rewarding as could be expected. As the sun dropped below the horizon, > >casual glances through the unobstructed northern sky failed to catch the > >slow glittering sweep of any passing satellite. Local commuter flights > >into the Roswell airfield passed nearly at eye level. > <<snip>> > >Prime satellite viewing time had passed uneventfully. The sky had become deep > >black from east to west. Sitting on the concrete foundation of the > >microwave tower, I again glanced straight up when, at the zenith, I > >finally saw a light moving in the sky. > <<snip>> > Hello all, > Just a short note on the above. On the evening of July 5th, 1997, > I, my wife Kathy, our cheerful facilitator here, Errol > Bruce-Knapp, the enchanting Sue, John Velez and, if I'm not > mistaken, the crazy Texas gal Rebecca were all gathered at the > pinnacle of dining delight in Roswell, New Mexico known to > gourmands everywhere as the Red Lobster. Errol, Sue, Kathy and I > had also been there the night before, at around the same time, > from around 8pm thru 11pm ish. On the fourth and the fifth there > were VIOLENT thunderstorms, complete with lightning strikes, > thunderboomers and rain that fell parallel to the ground. On the > fifth we definitely left the Red Lobster and found our cars > soaking wet, having watched the storm from inside. > I guess it was a local problem though, since the post above > mentions clear skies etc and no mention of that storm. But > starting around 7 in the evening and going on until midnight on > July 5th there were serious, heavy thunderclouds above the > immediate Roswell area. > Any of the above named who remember different please feel free to > post a big, > Hey-Woods-lay-off-the-recreational-activity-its-burning-out-your-brain notice. > Cheers all, > Michael J. Woods > The truth can STAY out there, send in a good fantasy. Joyfully, truth is stranger than fiction. US highway 380 is the major east-west highway in Denton, TX. Through some strange quirk of synchronicity, it is also the major east-west highway in Roswell, NM. Past midnight friday, following the late finale of the Independence Day fireworks in Denton, I turned onto 380 and drove an uneventful 8 hours to Roswell under clear skies. At eight Saturday morning, Roswell was still in deceptive slumber with scant evidence that I had driven into the heart of the greatest ET celebration in the history of mankind at the midpoint of the festivities. With time to kill, I drove down almost every street and dirt track on the old army air base. The most noteworthy observation of the morning were the large puddles everywhere indicating strong overnight storms that had disappeared completely before I had driven off of the eastern plateaus into the city. Some ten hours later and some fifty miles west of Roswell, I crested the ridge just north of the peak of Mt. Capitan and first saw the broad view of the lands north of the city. As dusk settled, I could see that Roswell was still visible to the east just before the peak of the mountain blocked the view. Through dusk perhaps there were thin clouds on the horizons. As darkness settled in, the hoped for clear skies were more than I deserved. Shortly after the sighting of note, wisps of clouds began to curl up over the short microwave towers I was sitting beneath. For a short time, I returned to the car but soon the skies overhead cleared again. Mountain ridges some mile above the surrounding plains are as wonderful for meteorological studies as they are for star gazing. For much of the night, the vista was clear save for a singular group of thunderheads hovering over Roswell sparkling in a natural Independence Day celebration. Around midnight, the revelers at the all-night crash site party some forty miles north of Roswell began shooting orange flares or fireworks into the sky. It was theatre mundo. Under clear skies, flares burst over the crash site. In metered response, lightning burst from the thunderheads over Roswell. Earlier a light moves strangely in the skies overhead. Bye... Ted..
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