Thursday, June 2, 2011

“Miles from nowhere, guess I’ll take my time to reach there, oh yeah.” We shoulda had Cat Steven’s song playing those last long miles down Extraterrestrial Highway on our way to Rachel and the Little A’le’Inn. I’d heard from many of my friends from the UFO Conventions about its quaint charm, warmth and welcoming atmosphere but it was especially delightful to finally experience it for myself. I don’t recall our Truth Depot Van meeting a single pair of headlights along the entire 50 mile ribbon-like stretch.

Upon our arrival their pedestal-perched saucer craft’s lights were revolving in two directions, looking very authentic from as far away as a half mile down the road. And there were at least a half dozen or more well-wishers awaiting our arrival at the bar as we walked in. Yes, we were running a little late as the rigors of the week-long road trip were gnawing at us on a daily basis. But not to worry, the bounty of natural wonders were to be found in abundance in spite of the chilly high desert winds. As an amateur astronomer I’ve managed to find crystal clear skies hither and yon on numerous occasions but none more spectacular than these on this new moon Wednesday nite. Star clusters M8 and M22 were naked-eye viewable in the pristine cloudless night sky.

Although we didn’t have quite an adequate tank to make it all the way to the ‘black mailbox’ then and there, we did cruise in that direction for 5 miles or so just to see what we could see. There was some activity from military planes dropping flares which gave us a start for a few minutes, but we were able to discern that the brilliantly glowing orange lights were not likely of extra-terrestrial origin. Never-the-less, we braved the chilly winds there on the outskirts of Area 51 for about half an hour before opting out of the field and back to the comfort of our modest but comfortable rooms.

We had just about every single outlet filled with our charger plugs replenishing batteries for cameras, phones, computers and hard drives as we uploaded, offloaded and downloaded seven ways from Sunday.
As morning broke, I was first into the shower in order to get a head-start on my sleep-bound crew exhausted from the grueling non-stop schedule of daily shoots that blend one into the other with seldom enough rest in between. As the sleepy-heads dragged themselves in to the Little A’le’Inn’s breakfast bar, hot plates of corned-beef hash and eggs revitalized their minds and bodies like one of those reportedly favorable abductions from a benevolent race of aliens.

After a brief discussion of particulars regarding our request for filming opps our most hospitable of hosts Connie and Pat gave us a rundown on their Little A’le’Inn’s history and recent events, guests and other fascinating tales rendering a painter’s palette of insightems about this little outpost in the outback just a saucer-hop away from Groom Lake.

Check out my interview with Connie and how it was that I was able to get two, count-em, two hugs from this charming lady before the interview was done:) Thank you Connie and Pat. It was all very delightful.

For contact: www.littlealeinn.com

W.C. Moore