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September 2006 - Page 17
UFO Over Maine
by Scott
When I was in my early 20s, around 1978, a friend of mine and I experienced something that to this day defies logical explanation. We grew up in Western Maine in a remote area at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. That summer night we were returning home after a drive to the mountains on Route 4. It was just after midnight. My friend David was driving and I was in the front passenger seat and we were less than two miles of our village.
Suddenly we both noticed this brilliant, strobe-like light illuminating the top of the local mountain, which is about 1,500 feet in elevation. As the crow flew we were less than a half mile away from the mountain. David stopped the car and we both immediately got out to see what this was. Then, for a second time, we saw the mountain illuminated from above again. This time, though, we could both make out the silhouette of a very large, dark oval object above the mountain in the night sky. Even from the half mile distance it was obvious that whatever this was was hundreds of feet across.
Then the object banked to one side and just disappeared. What was most incredible is that neither of us heard a sound. Logic would suggest that something flying this close to us and of that size would surely make a considerable noise, especially on a quiet summer night in the outskirts of a sleepy Maine town. We had heard others in the area say they had also seen strange lights on the mountain, but I always dismissed these as someone camping overnight up there. I have always been open-minded about UFOs and recognize that there are logical explanations for most unidentified flying objects. Still, I cannot reconcile the fact that we never heard a sound!
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