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| The Desert Boom; A short story from my youth | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 31 2006, 02:44 PM (189 Views) | |
| Tsiganin | Oct 31 2006, 02:44 PM Post #1 |
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I’ve always been a nomadic person, and I’ve never been able to spend much time in any one place. Since I signed up for these boards under this name, I’ve submitted posts from four different cities over three separate states. I’ve seen some strange things, and heard a number of strange stories. Here is a personal experience that occurred some time ago, when I had just begun to crack the door into the world of my adulthood. When I was much younger, I spent a good amount of time hitching around in the Southwest United States. To be honest, I didn’t like that area of the country very much, and left as soon as I felt I’d seen enough. During my travels through Southern California, Arizona, and New Mexico, I met and befriended a man named Ricky, who at the time was going to school in Arizona for Advanced Physics. We were staying in Flagstaff, and had decided to travel up to the Mojave Desert to watch this public flight demonstration for a new, groundbreaking aircraft designed by a company called Scaled Composites. The drive would be roughly twelve hours (if I remember correctly), and we both took turns driving Ricky’s car. A number of his friends decided to come with us, and they all rode in a separate van. The two vehicles would remain in contact via the use of a pair of two-way radios. Several hours into the drive, we found ourselves cruising quietly through the desert outside Sedona, Arizona. For those who don’t know it, Sedona is often called the “New-age Town” or “Hippyville” by locals, and is infamous for housing the weirdest people in Arizona. It sports a number of crystal shops, fortune tellers, psychics, and headquarters for a few cults focused on things like “Energy Vortexes” and “Extra-dimensional Beings”. Sedona is also one of the largest U.F.O. hotspots in the world (go figure). I’ve always found it to be a very strange place. It had been about ten minutes since the sun had gone down, and a few fiery orange clouds were still hugging the horizon. Ricky had taken over the wheel to let me get some shuteye, but I couldn’t sleep. I found myself staring out over the seemingly endless desert, counting the barrel cacti. The stars were beginning to appear, one by one, and I spotted a satellite moving slowly across the darkening blue. I turned to Ricky to say something about it, but before I could we both saw something very strange. There was an explosion in the sky, blindingly yellow, a few miles directly out the front windshield. It was slightly larger than a quarter if held out at arms length. It lingered for a few moments, spewing a sheet of fire (or what looked like fire) towards the highway. Then it was gone, leaving nothing behind but a spot of black smoke against the failing light of the distant sunset. Immediately, the two-way radio in my hand came to life. The people in the van driving in front of us had seen it too, yelling between themselves about what they thought it was. A few cars near us pulled over to the side of the road, people stepping out to get a better look at the cloud of smoke it had left behind. We opted to continue driving, but the next few hours were filled with chatter between the vehicles about what might have happened. There was nothing in the next day’s paper about the explosion, or in the evening televised news. Ricky and I discussed it for weeks afterwards, eventually agreeing that whatever it was, it would forever remain a mystery. |
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