|Occurred : 10/13/2006 10:30 (Entered as : 10/13/06 10:30)
Reported: 10/9/2011 6:06:15 AM 06:06
Location: Vandenberg Village, CA
Duration:less than 1 minute
|Platinum color saucer weaving through fog/mist in hills by ocean object vanished into small white spark as soon as I pointed it out
I have no history of mental illness and I have been fully evaluated by various psychiatrists by undergoing numerous tests. I was deemed completely clear of any mental health ailments with a note of my extremely high level of intelligence.
My mother and I had just left Vandenberg AFB to spend the day together since this was her only day off in the entire duration of a week or so of our temporary stay on base for her assignment.
Approximately one hour into the drive away from the base, I had just gained sight of the ocean. I glance over to admire the view of the ocean, green hills, accented with swirls of mists and fog only to find a peculiarity within my vision.
A platinum colored saucer gracefully glided along weaving between the mists and fog. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I had to because what I was seeing was real. It was right in front of me.
I am very observant, especially of detail. I watched it's every movement. I was amazed by how it was attempting to subtlety blend in with the mist and fog on the middle to low section of the hills that was but a few hundred meters from the ocean.
As soon as I said, "Look Mom, a UFO!", about a millisecond before she turned to look, I saw a bright, but small! , white spark replace what was the saucer, and then its entirety to include the spark vanish immediately in such haste. I was rather disappointed she didn't get to see it with me as I remain alone in my sighting as far as I know.
There were other vehicles driving on the road with us and I am curious to know if any of them saw the craft.
I have told only a few people about the occurrence, but they remained indifferent. I imagine I was then placed in their minds with other countless stories of UFO observers that society deems as a figment of the imagination.
To this day, I think of that beautiful, platinum spectacle gracefully flowing with the mists. How could I not forget such brilliance and wonder floating carefully through my favorite scenery of mists, sunlight, wind, and hills by the ocean.