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“Camping,” I answered.
One thing about the Wild, Wild, West.
Anytime you get tired of driving, all you have to do is get off the
pavement on some dirt track across public land and you’ll find a campsite.
I reached an intersection in the path and slammed on the
binders. I couldn’t believe what I was
looking at. I keyed the mic. “Boulder Airport and UFO Landing Site!”
“What did you say?” Sundance called. He was still parked at the point where I
turned off the highway.
“I said we’re gonna become an X-file tonight.”
The sign was made from the body of a light plane. The words were written on the bottom of what
used to be that plane. The front end of
the plane was buried in sand up to its wings as if it had nose-dived into that
position and never moved. The wings and
wheels were gone and there was nothing inside.
I suppose the little green men took the pilot for experimental testing.
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