For being only two hours from downtown Los Angeles, Joshua Tree is incredibly isolated, harsh terrain.
Like being on the surface of Mars. And there’s no light pollution out here. The stars shine bright. So, I can see it all: Jagged rocks. Spiky cacti. And a whole lotta nothing for miles on end.**
So many people die out here every year.
Heat stroke. Dehydration. Rattlesnakes
…or they simply disappear. Never to be seen again.
My eyes just focus on the blue light.
Simply can’t help myself. I’m mesmerized.
Making bolder and bolder strides, I’m like a step-marching soldier in my Birkenstocks. The moonlight’s shadowed by the blur of the crooked silhouettes of passing Joshua Trees.
You know, the thought’s not lost on me:
Of course I’m seeing a strange light out here in this particular desert.
A UFO in Joshua Tree.
You’re kidding, right?
From the Integratron in Yucca Valley, to Skull Rock, to the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Art museum — weird vibes abound around here.
The landscape’s haunted with stories of strange sightings, littered with strange people. Freaks. Survivalists. Cults. Believers. “Experiencers.” Abductees. So-called “Frequent Flyers.”
Tonight almost feels inevitable, really.
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This is from a longer story you can read for free here:
https://maxwinterstories.substack.com/p/blue-light?r=292pvs&utm\\_medium=ios