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A short distance south of the sign was a BLM trailhead for a
hiking trail across the original Boulder Mail Route. There were about a dozen fire rings at that
trailhead where others had spent the night, probably waiting for the UFOs to
return.
“Look!” Sunshine called.
“I saw a colored light flickering over the desert to the north!”
“Sure you did,” I answered.
“Let’s set up the tents.”
“There’s another one!”
The three of us stood beside our vehicles and watched as
flickering lights sporadically appeared and disappeared over the desert about a
mile north of us. About once every three
minutes, another flickering light that lasted only a couple seconds, appeared
in the distance, then it was gone. That
continued for about fifteen minutes.
“What was it?” Sunshine asked.
“Probably headlights of cars reflecting off something from
somewhere.”
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