In early summer of 1977, a co-worker and Terry Lovelace camped in an Arkansas state park known as
... Devil's Den. The trip was to photograph wildlife. Rather than stay in the park's campground, they chose an isolated area to set up camp on a high meadow. It was late evening and our fire was nearly spent when something on the horizon caught the friend's eye. He pointed to three bright starts low in the western sky. They formed a perfect little triangle and sat motionless. The men watched them for some time speculating what they might be. They thought they might be aircraft lights but dismissed the idea because of the triangular configuration. Then it moved. It rotated once as if on an axis and began a slow ascent. It climbed upward and increased in size with each point of light equidistant from the others. The points of light expanded. It blotted out stars in its path only to have them twinkle back as soon as it passed. It was on a slow trek in our direction. Inside the points a solid black mass grew until it blotted out entire fields of stars as it passed. It increased in mass exponentially as it gained altitude. They were awestruck by its size. It slowed and came to a stop over our campsite. A third of the sky between the points was black without a single star in between It was as if someone cut a perfect triangle from a sky filled with a billion stars. Read More