How many of you have been fortunate enough to visit that barely-even-a-hamlet of a spot called Rachel, 80 miles north of Las Vegas, Nevada?
I went for a week in August, 2009. Stayed three of the nights in my own little tin singlewide. It had 70's-circa UFO photos in frames on the wall -- allegedly bequeathed by a defunct Florida UFO museum. They were gorgeous, film-era shots. Mostly South America, as I recall. The desert terrain absolutely besotted me -- I had pictured trackless waste baking in an unrelenting sun and found instead a rich and highly diverse ecosystem, literally buzzing with life. Quite apart from the humans abiding in the town itself, characters all. The little "A Le Inn" there is a cosmic Grand Central Station. I actually sat a barstool down from Steve Medlin, once, the guy that picks up his mail at the Black Mailbox.
Bob Lazar, George Knapp, Stanton Friedman, the ID4 cast, every nobody that was ever somebody in UFO-dom and more has passed through that place and posted an 8x10 glossy on the wall (so it seemed). I tell you, I could reach out and touch the history there. And then, nights -- since this was August -- I and a stranger or two would sit to watch the Red Flag dogfights striping the night with sound and fury. Flare drops, sonic booms, the works. Like all of the Atomic Age concentrated into a two-hour show.
When I was there a contractor had come up from points south and set up a little office modular next to the Inn. He was, we discovered, supervising the installation of some new dormitories at "the site" -- just over the mountains -- but as a civilian hadn't been granted permission to pass the inner gate. Wow! Suddenly, real.
Just wonder how many others out there have experienced this wonderful little world. I'd love to hear your stories.