|
From Adam and 'revised' by Maria:
Adam and I had left Morgan Hill that morning, heading back to
Des Moines. It was very late and we were driving
through the Nevada desert on Route 50, "The lonliest
road in America." Maria had read in a guide that
there was a free campground a little east of Austin, a
small western town exactly in the middle of Nevada.
We soon found the campground (will
email name when i find it) and pulled in. It was very
dark, so rather than attempting to pitch the tent
blindly, as we had already had a few miserable
occasions doing so, we opted for an uncomfotarble
night sleeping in the car. It was a restless night of
finding a position, sleeping until the muscles
cramped, finding another position, repeat. Being the
middle of the desert, it was a beautiful clear sky
with many stars. The beauty of the night would soon
end.
It was probably about 2 hours before sunrise that we
first heard it. A scratching noise from the engine.
We were both awaken by it, but neither of us knew the
other one was awake and didn't want to cause worry, so
we both silently sat there listening. Maria finally
said something then it occoured to her that whatever
critter was scratching away in her engine area could
be doing damage to the car. She turned the car on,
then off, just long enough to scare a critter away.
That didn't do the trick. The sound persisted, and we
were afraid to get out of the car, it being dark,
middle of nowhere, already scared, too much of a
setting for a horror movie. We took off and continued
to head east. We found an unimproved rest area and
pulled in. Maria felt safe to get out of the car
here, as there was nothing around us in this big
parking area. She checked under the hood with a
flashlight, thinking she'd see a critter, freshly dead
by engine trauma. No such luck. Whatever it was
obvoiusly fell off en route. Plus, if anything
approached the car here, we'd see it, right? As soon
as we returned to semi-comfort, it started again. We
both started screaming & took off for the next town,
Eureka. We got there just as the sun was coming up, &
parked at the only gas stating in town, waiting for it
to open along with several other cars we'd seen
travelling that night. during this wait, Adam crawled
under the car, looked in every way he knew, and found
nothing. We gassed up, tried without luck to catch
some z's in the next rest area, and continued our
drive home.
Only later did we realize that the answer to our
experience wasn't to be found under the hood, but
above us. For we were in Nevada, a favorite visiting
place for beings of other worlds. Hopefully the
experience was worthwile for the extraterrestrials and
they learned all they needed to know about the engine
of a Geo Prizm.
|
Disclaimer: This page is purely for fun; any views expressed on it
should be viewed in this light.
This information was last updated
12 January 2001. Any comments can be sent to
[email protected]
© 2000 Disa Ohlsson