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baywax
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But try to explain this one. This is a personal experience I had while climbing. I made it to about 600 feet up this cliff and found a great ledge to stop and catch the breath and view.
The view was of the 21 miles of Georgia Straight between the mainland and Vancouver Island. It was summer and their were bugs flitting around. I'm sitting there enjoying the view of these distant gulf islands and there's this bug that keeps hovering at my eye level, kind of bugging me. So I focus on the bug to see what type it is.
It really wasn't a bug. It was some kind of craft that was completely translucent and about 50 meters in front of me. Not only was the vehicle translucent but so was its occupant. The thing kind of backed off a bit, and I just stared at it, not freaking, since most of my adrenaline had been spent on the way up the cliff. I really kept my eye on it, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things or that it wasn't a helicopter or other phenomenon. But it was still there and it was still this little capsule that looked like it was made of clear Jello, as was the pilot.
So, with my eye on the thing, it started backing off, slowly, kind of dreamily or hypnotically, remaining at eye level, retreating all the way to the horizon where the water meets Vancouver Island, 21 miles away. And that retreat took the thing about 5 minutes.
Go figure, eh?
The view was of the 21 miles of Georgia Straight between the mainland and Vancouver Island. It was summer and their were bugs flitting around. I'm sitting there enjoying the view of these distant gulf islands and there's this bug that keeps hovering at my eye level, kind of bugging me. So I focus on the bug to see what type it is.
It really wasn't a bug. It was some kind of craft that was completely translucent and about 50 meters in front of me. Not only was the vehicle translucent but so was its occupant. The thing kind of backed off a bit, and I just stared at it, not freaking, since most of my adrenaline had been spent on the way up the cliff. I really kept my eye on it, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things or that it wasn't a helicopter or other phenomenon. But it was still there and it was still this little capsule that looked like it was made of clear Jello, as was the pilot.
So, with my eye on the thing, it started backing off, slowly, kind of dreamily or hypnotically, remaining at eye level, retreating all the way to the horizon where the water meets Vancouver Island, 21 miles away. And that retreat took the thing about 5 minutes.
Go figure, eh?