We were traveling east on a somewhat remote gravel road that bordered the north shore of Lake McConaughey, which is located on the North Platte River, in Western Nebraska. The sky was black, as it (solar time) was well after sunset. As we drove up over the crest of a hill, we were startled to see what appeared to have been a head-on collision right ahead of us. We stopped and our driver got out of our car to investigate.
Our two families had set up camp at the Otter Creek State Recreation Area Campground that also was located on the north shore of Lake McConaughey. The other family, The Collingsworths, was the same as the mentioned during other encounters. Lake McConaughey is about 25 miles long and nearly 2 miles wide in some places. The Kingsley Dam when it was built, my father told me, was the second largest earth dam in the world. This might have been the same trip when our two families experienced other encounters at and near the lake, as we kids (a girl and a boy in the other family and my two older sisters and I in our family) were all mid to young teenagers.
Our fathers had decided they should drink some beer this particular evening. So, the other father said he would drive to Lemoyne, a small village a few miles east of the Otter Creek Campground. We kids wanted to go with him.
After the other father got out of our car and approached the nearest wrecked car, we noticed a middle aged man was reaching in the driver’s door, as if he were in some way helping the driver of that car. After a short discussion with the man, the other father came back and told us to get out of our car because they were going to need some help. We kids all got out and walked a short distance to the crashed car nearest us. It was a four-door car…possibly a Hudson or something similar.
As I looked in the back seat, I saw two older people slumped down, either unconscious or nearly so. Besides the driver, another older person sat in the front…in the front passenger’s seat. Eventually the other father said we would have to remove at least two of them from the car and place them in the south ditch so they could rest in more comfortable positions.
The man that had been trying to help the driver of this car was the driver of the other car involved in the head-on collision. Yet, it was obvious he was not hurt too bad from the impact of the accident. His car was smashed, wrinkled metal to metal, stuck solidly to this car. Yet, we found later his car was in good enough condition that he could still drive it.
The other father and the man not hurt decided that he, the man not hurt, should go to the nearest telephone and call for help. He left and we all tried to comfort the injured passengers.
We waited for what seemed to be a very long time…until, finally, an ambulance arrived.
After some time, the other father decided that we would not be needed, so we all got in our car and headed toward Lemoyne for the beer.
After getting the beer (or after not getting it because it might have been too late – I don’t remember), we began driving south up a hill just west of Lemoyne, when suddenly our car began to sputter, slow down and stop. And we all began to loose our consciousness. Yet, I can recall talking about it and seeing in the road ahead of us, just before we passed out, lights and craft…at least one or two of them. After some time, I found myself waking and noticed the others were also waking from what seemed to be a deep sleep. We traveled on driving around a south to west curve in the road, when suddenly we saw the lights and craft again. I can’t recall if our car completely stopped this time, but we eventually continued on down the road toward the west, where the scene of the previous accident lay before us.
As we approached the crash site, we noticed that the man, the other driver who had gone to telephone for help, was still there…but the ambulance and others were gone. The man stood across the fence line of the north ditch looking at a strange object in the field just ahead of him. What was additionally strange was that the object, what I now know to have been “the windowed saucer,” was being illuminated by something above it that we couldn’t see. The windows of the windowed saucer were also being dim
ly illuminated, but within. It was all so puzzling no one seemed to be able to figure it all out…what it was and what was happening.
We began talking with the man and he said he had seen the same thing just before the head-on collision. He swore that he remained on the right side of the road before the accident occurred. But he conjectured that the driver of the other car most likely saw the same windowed saucer and the sight of the saucer had distracted him enough at the crest of the hill so that he let his car wander toward the left side of the road…in the end, ultimately experiencing the head-on collision.
This all took a significant amount of time. So, after further discussion with the man, the other father decided it was time we needed to return to the campground to inform our other parents about the accident. So we left.
I can recall arriving at the shore of Lake McConaughey and greeting our parents who were fishing. And I recall we told them about the accident. Then after a significant amount of time, someone pointed out a brilliant light that seemed to be hovering above the lake. It was some distance away and we discussed, also for a time, whether it might be the Moon or something strange that we had never seen before.
Judging its position out in front of us, at that time, I judged that the brilliant light could not have been the Moon because it seemed to me and at least a few others that it was not nearly as far away as the southern shore of Lake McConaughey. It was larger than the Moon and brighter. And, of course, I now strongly suspect we were once again seeing “the windowed saucer”…as I now know it sometimes illuminated so brilliantly we couldn’t keep our eyes fixed upon it.
There are many things that one could glean from this bizarre experience.
First, I should say that I also recall seeing “the windowed saucer” or “the disc-shaped objects” at the bay where Otter Creek flows into Lake McConaughey. At least my sisters were with me. We ran southeast to the boat dock to tell our parents. About half way there, as we were running, we saw a smaller version of “the windowed saucer” manifest in a volume of colored atmosphere up and to our right, just above our heads. At this time, I would guess it was approximately 8 to 12 feet away. It faded into view and out of view, somewhat quickly, at least a couple of times. Yet, it was in view for at least the time it took me to look at my sister and tell her what I was seeing and she telling me that we need to tell our parents.
When we arrived at the boat dock, I recall us telling our parents about our sighting the windowed saucer. However, I also recall that something else strange also happened there…as if we again had lost some time. We eventually left the boat dock and joined the other family. And you know the rest of the story above.
When I review all of the encounters that I now recall, it seems as if these sort of temporary sightings and unusual interactions with the crafts, objects and voice have followed me everywhere I’ve been. It seems as if “they,” whoever they truly are, are responsible for my well being or my personal human development.
If you have the good fortune to read my books you will discover, as I have, why this might be.