Area 51, black projects, cammo dudes
When Eli was just three years old he set up projects all over the house. He would spend the day going from one project to another, playing with certain toys, looking at books, drawing with crayons, etc. One day while at his grandmother’s house she tried to get his attention. He told her to leave him alone, he was busy.
The following is a letter sent to Glenn Campbell. It is self explanatory.
Friday
March 10, 1995
Mr. Glenn Campbell
Area 51 Research Center
HCR Box 38
Rachel, NV 89001
Dear Mr. Campbell,
This past weekend I had the opportunity to purchase and read your book, Area 51, which incidentally proved quite helpful despite a “mishap,” and I thought it might be nice to let you know your efforts are not unappreciated. Thank you.
I am a private investigator, President of my own company which employs half a dozen field investigators. I discovered one of my investigators, Trenten, is interested in the UFO phenomena and during the past year he and I have had many occasions to discuss sightings, compare notes and theorize explanations. Eventually, we discussed Area 51 and planned a trip. Neither of us are particularly prone to make assumptions in support of personal beliefs. In fact, we are both in our own ways over educated skeptics. As real life investigators we cannot afford unsupported theory as a basis for our work. Our motto is, “observe and document.” So, you needn’t worry this is some crazy, half-baked quasi religious testimonial. The events that transpired during our brief stay near Rachel, NV are actually far more strange than anything I might have imagined, anyhow. We have since discussed what happened and both of us feel a kind of psychological disassociation from those events that seemed spooky, dream-like, and apparently appropriate for a place known as Dreamland.
On Friday, March 3 we drove from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. A third investigator, Blake, accompanied us. He is fascinated by the glitz of Las Vegas and he agreed to hold down the fort, so to speak, our room in Vegas, while Trenten and I drove up to Rachel the following day, Saturday. We intended on returning to Vegas Saturday evening, spend the night, and then return to Los Angeles on Sunday.
Trenten and I arrived in Rachel, Nv later than we had planned, at about 3:30 pm. It was farther than we anticipated and by far much stranger. At the lone gas station/store that services fewer than 100 permanent residents I mentioned to an elderly lady clerk how isolated it all felt. “Not for us,” she responded. “Well, I guess you have each other, ” I said. She giggled and said, “Yeah, that’s all we need.” After gassing up and buying supplies and your Area 51 Traverlers Guide we headed for the Little A’Le’Inn.
At the Inn we met the owner, Travis, when he poured our coffees. The signs of heavy drinking over the years were obvious. Travis talked about a one world government conspiracy, the trilateral commission and the Illuminati, clearly out there, but most friendly. The walls of the Inn were pasted with testimonials and pictures of aliens, alien spacecraft, fast jets and big helicopters-all purportedly related to the unnamed and secret nearby base. We got directions to the infamous “black mailbox” that identified the turnoff to Freedom Ridge and headed out. From the 395, about 30 miles north of Alamo, we turned west on a dirt road and drove past the mailbox to a turnout, about one-half mile from the base perimeter. It was 4:30 pm, freezing cold with gusty winds and a heavy, low and very dark cloud cover.
