Posts Tagged ‘Area 51’
There will be a Military UFO Files lecture at the National Atomic Testing Museum at 6pm on September 22, 2012.
Complete with Secrets Revealed, they say!
Yes, they’re at it again.. and this one certainly seems like it’s going to be a rather nice addition to this ongoing lecture series focusing on Area 51.
Here, excerpted from the Huffington Post article, is a bit of a teaser on the lecturers…
“We wanted to concentrate on people who had personal stories and exposure to what they thought were real UFOs from the military side, because they might have just a little more credibility than your average Joe,” Palmer told The Huffington Post.
Four of the participants had previous American military security clearances:
Ret. Army Col. John Alexander: Former military insider who created Advanced Theoretical Physics — a group of top-level government officials and scientists brought together to study UFOs.
Ret. Air Force Col. Charles Halt: Former base commander of the RAF Bentwaters military base in England and vital eyewitness to the amazing UFO-related events at Rendlesham Forest in December 1980, where he believed the observed UFOs were extraterrestrial in origin.
Ret. Air Force Col. William Coleman: Former USAF bomber pilot, chief of Air Force public information and producer of NBC’s “Project UFO” series.
Ret. Air Force Col. Robert Friend: Former director of the Air Force’s Project Blue Book from 1958 to 1963.
The fifth guest at the museum’s upcoming UFO lecture is former U.K. UFO desk officer Nick Pope.
This fine report on the Area 51 Exhibit at The Atomic Testing Museum was passed on to us by a friend… it’s
by Kristen Peterson, for the Las Vegas Weekly, on Wed, May 16, 2012 (5:45 p.m.) Read it at the Source
Well, this is interesting. There’s an alien lying on a hospital bed and a larger-than-life wall-sized photo of Lonnie Hammargren dressed in medical scrubs behind it. The implication here is that Dr. Hammargren, former Lieutenant Governor and neurosurgeon, conducted alien autopsies. It’s a little joke thrown in by the Atomic Testing Museum for its Area 51: Myth or Reality exhibit.
Naturally, a Department of Energy-mounted exhibit of its legendary desert laboratory northwest of Las Vegas is going to have fun with extra-terrestrial fascination. Given the intrigue of Area 51, it makes sense they’d tip a hat to little green men and flying saucers through references to UFO sightings throughout history, newspaper and radio clips of the 1947 crash in Roswell, New Mexico, and even a George Knapp room.
But following a section on outer space and the SETI program, Area 51 gets to the meat: the U.S. government’s once-classified aircraft and projects, including videos of test pilots discussing their experiences in supersonic speed and reverse engineering of Soviet crafts. On display are an A-12 pressure suit worn by pilots, tires from the A-12 and scale models, including one of Avrocar, a flying saucer built because the U.S. government thought that Soviets had built them. There’s obviously no reference to Josef Stalin’s Soviet saucer filled with surgically deformed children, as disclosed in Annie Jacobsen’s 2011 much-discussed book, Area 51: An Uncensored History of America’s Top Secret Military Base. As with everything regarding Area 51, the truth and/or complete fictional absurdity has a classified shelf life.
George Knapp to be at the National Atomic Testing Museum on April 24!
Sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?
This exhibit at the National Atomic Testing Museum officially opens March 26, so this will let you have it all to yourself!
How cool is that?
Area 51: Perplexing, Weird, but a Nice Place to Visit
by Skylaire Alfvegren
Nevada must be most absurd state in the union, based entirely on illusion and illicit activities. Businessmen stroll the boulevard, cocktail in hand, prostitutes hanging on their arms and diapered chimpanzees blowing jacuzzi bubbles in their hotel rooms. And that’s just what goes on with the public. 75% of Nevada is controlled by one government agency or another. Imagine what kind of fun they have with their expense accounts.
Only after civilian groups lobbied for disclosure did the Air Force admit their most top-secret base, nestled up against Nevada’s dry Groom Lake bed between Nellis AFB and the Nevada Test Site, even existed. Originally named after CIA director Allen Dulles’ birthplace of Watertown, New York, the Groom Lake facility is home to the longest runway in the world, where the secret U-2 spy plane was tested back in the 50s and where the stealth bomber was brought out on practice runs before years before it was flashed on network news.
Rumors that Area 51 (as the site is referred to in official documents) is a storage space for crashed UFOs, where alien technology is “back-engineered” and applied to military aircraft, circulated for decades, but it wasn’t until a man named Bob Lazar claimed to have tinkered with alien spacecraft on Las Vegas television in 1989 that Area 51 became a mandatory stop for every amateur ufologist worth his Mutual UFO Network membership.
Almost everyone I’ve spoken to who’s visited the area swears, in wide-eyed wonder, to have experienced something, from harassment by local sheriffs to being chased for miles by a squadron of blue-gray orbs.
I decided now was the time to investigate, so I packed my boyfriend Jon in the car and headed for Las Vegas, where dozens of engineers, pilots and secret agents are rumored to be picked up by private shuttle from the airport for work at the base. From there, we began the two hour drive to Rachel, which lies 15 miles from Area 51 off Interstate 375.
Rechristened the Extraterrestrial Highway in 1996, the 375 is desolate–aside from the occasional lead-footed trucker, the only life you’re likely to encounter are cattle owned by Steve Medlin, whose family has owned acreage around the base since the 60s. His is the only ranch left in the area since the Air Force began seizing land around Groom Lake in 1986. Since then, over three million acres have been wrestled away from the Bureau of Land Management and private citizens in the name of “national security.”
15 miles south of Rachel, we turned onto Groom Lake Road, one of two semi-maintained dirt roads that ring the mountains around the base. After eight miles of dust and bumps, we could make out two security agents watching us from the guard shack up ahead. After parking the car, I could overhear them debating whether or not to confiscate the binoculars I was hiding in my jacket. The crystal blue sky was empty and it was quiet, except for the football game on in the shack. I watched two wild jackrabbits nibble at an apple on the ground, and one guard cracked a joke about “secret agent bunnies.”
I wasn’t terribly impressed. I wanted a taste of danger, and here I was being made fun of by a couple of thick-necked Wackenhut security guards. I decided to get back in the car and backtrack onto a narrow dirt path that traveled closer to the mountains. Apart from the Groom mountains that blocks your view of the actual base, the Nevada desert is as flat as an eleven year old girl. But you don’t need to see the base itself to witness the weird goings-on in the area–the real show is in the sky.
After another eight miles of precarious terrain, I could make out the orange poles that mark the restricted boundary in the distance. There are no fences to keep you out, but the poles are topped with motion-sensing metal globes, that, along with the security tower on the base, can follow the movements of someone picking their nose 20 miles away. But there were no signs of life, even as I came upon a sign that screamed, “Use of Deadly Force Authorized.” I decided to jump out and snap a picture.
Seemingly from nowhere, two white, unmarked Jeeps appeared in a cloud of dust and parked about 50 feet behind us–just enough distance to be intimidating. I decided not to tempt fate. Simply crossing the boundary guarantees you a $600 trespassing ticket, as well as the confiscation of any binoculars, cameras, or recording devices. The Jeeps aren’t a myth; they remained firmly parked until I was well on my way back to Rachel.
It was barely dusk, but already biting cold as we pulled up to the handmade sign for the L’il A Le Inn, about the only place to get a burger, a bed or a beer along the godforsaken 375. Along with the Area 51 Research Center (erected by a computer programmer from Boston a few years ago), it put Rachel, a minuscule eruption of trailers and desert rats, on the map, and plays host to UFO enthusiasts from all over the world.
On this Saturday, most of the town appeared to be drinking beer from cans at the restaurant’s counter. It felt like we had just walked into that episode of the Twilight Zone at the diner full of three-eyed mutants. UFO snapshots taken everywhere from Florida to Belize share wall space with anti-Clinton posters, pro-gun sloganeering and charmingly inept acrylic portraits of various extraterrestrial beings. Conversations revolved around hunting trips, truck repair, and the weather. One of the locals, Dave, eyes me up and down with a lop-sided grin. “I’ve seen you around before,” he says, before I inform him this is my first visit to Rachel. He didn’t want to get into specifics, but told me he “sees weird stuff all the time.” The other guys at the bar nodded solemnly.
I wondered if our government was really in cahoots with aliens as a plunked down three bills for our room. Imagine one of those trailers used as temporary offices at construction sites. Now cut it in thirds, hang up a bunch of fuzzy UFO photos and plop a bathroom in the middle. Viola! After converting the bathtub into a beer cooler, Jon and I sat down to watch a handful of UFO videos provided by the manager. Did the skies above Rachel play host to alien engineering? I wasn’t sure.
We decided to head back out after midnight, but not before donning serious cold weather gear. The trickle of highway traffic, however minuscule, was somehow reassuring as we made our way to mile marker 29. It was inky black in every direction, except for the sea of stars and what appeared to be a CHP car flashing red, white and blue miles down the highway.
The landscape makes you feel like you’ve been transported to the moon. Dark, ominous, flat, and silent, covered in Dalisque Yucca trees, everything starts to feel suspicious–like you’re under surveillance. We had 14 miles to cover before we’d reach the perimeter again, on paths that aren’t so much roads as they are trails where an industrial-strength Weedwacker has been applied.
I felt a knot form in my stomach as I left the tarmac, spinning dirt until coming up upon Steve Medlin’s infamous black mailbox–which was painted white in 1996, apparently to throw everybody off. (These government types are slippery, no?). I could barely make out the saucer-themed graffiti on the mailbox.
I took a deep breath in the name of journalistic objectivity. Even if we did see something weird out here, it’s not like it’s going to beam us up or anything, right? Because it seemed as though the collection of lights I thought was a patrol car was now moving silently across the sky. And it was no longer flashing the colors of the flag, but pulsating green and yellow. Through binoculars it seemed as though the yellow light was orbiting two green orbs, like an electron around an atom. I stopped the car. I could make out a car in the distance, but where was it headed?
Maybe Project Red Light wasn’t a rumor–maybe the Air Force was test flying craft whose force fields make them appear to be “breathing” at Area 51. Whatever was now hanging suspended in the sky looked a lot like the so-called “plasma crafts” that began buzzing Mexico in the early 90s. Jon and I got out of the car. Maybe the atmosphere was playing tricks on us, but there was an amber-rimmed disc banking above the highway. It dipped and swayed and convinced Jon and I to get back in the car and drive back to the L’il A Le Inn.
Over coffee the next morning, the guy running the L’il A Le Inn told us it must’ve been a slow night. “It’s busy all summer long out here,” he said, referring to both the lightshow and the number of people that stay at the Inn to watch. “We get plenty of pilots in here, too. They’re friendly, but of course they can’t talk about anything.”
Our last stop was the Area 51 Research Center, a trailer set up a stone’s throw from the Inn. Snapshots of bizarre-looking aircraft are for sale, along with maps and histories of the secret Air Force projects tested on the base. Donald Emory, the aviation buff who runs the center, barely batted an eyelash as I recounted our tale from the previous evening. “Come back January 23rd,” he said. “That’s Red Flag Day, when planes from all over the world come to compete in exercises.”
My head was spinning. Hundreds of people come out here every year to witness the weird goings-on in the sky. But the issue and the numbers are still small enough that the government can brush aside Area 51 as the product of UFO kookery.
Maybe I’ll sign up for Steve Medlin’s cattle round-up in the Spring. I’d have to take an oath of secrecy, but I’d get to poke around on restricted land for weeks, trading tales with ranch hands, getting closer to the secrets of Area 51 than the lights I saw this weekend took me. Until then, I’ll wear my L’il A Le Inn souvenir t-shirt and wonder what the heck I saw out there in the desert.
CRASHED: Steve Fossett
Posted Sunday January 3, 2010 at Express.co.uk
By Stuart Winter
A MYSTERIOUS area of Nevada where thousands of planes have disappeared without trace may finally have given up its secret.
So many aircraft have vanished there that it has been nicknamed the Nevada Triangle, echoing the so-called Bermuda Triangle, an ocean zone infamous for the loss of ships and planes.
No one knows exactly how many flights have vanished inside the Nevada Triangle over the past 60 years.
Crash sites are seldom discovered in the remote wasteland of desert and mountain, which stretches across more than 25,000 square miles of virtually-uninhabited country.
But speculation is that the total is more than 2,000.
Conspiracy theorists have long claimed the reason so many flights have disappeared is connected to the presence in the area of America’s most guarded tract of landscape – Area 51, the top secret air base where it has been claimed the bodies of alien pilots from crashed UFOs are kept in deep-frozen storage.
The US Air Force also tests its most secret prototype aircraft, including the mysterious superfast Aurora, inside Area 51 protected by squadrons of fighter aircraft primed to shoot down any suspicious intruders.
The truth about the crashes however is far more prosaic. Record-breaking aviator Steve Fossett vanished inside the Nevada Triangle in September, 2007.
At first, theories surrounding millionaire Fossett’s disappearance included the idea that he had faked his own death, the suggestion that he had been shot down by top secret aircraft inside Area 51 or even the claim he had been abducted by aliens.
But when Fossett’s aircraft was eventually discovered more than a year after it disappeared, experts were able to piece together the most likely reason for the crash.
A new Channel Four documentary explores what apparently happened to the pilot after he set off on in a single-engine Bellanca Super Decathlon on what friends thought was a short joy flight. He was never seen alive again. Far from being the victim of aliens or super-secret aircraft, the cause of his death and of the inordinate number of crashes in the area was simply freak weather.
The Triangle’s strange geography and climate create unique atmospheric conditions which can rip aircraft from the skies.
A combination of fast-moving Pacific winds and steep mountainsides produces a phenomenon called the Mountain Wave, a roller-coaster effect that can send aircraft soaring up and then bring it crashing down to earth.
With much of the Sierra Nevada over 5,000ft and some peaks reaching 14,000ft, air-fuel mixture can also become so thin that engine power fails even in low-level flight.
In Fossett’s case it is thought climatic conditions had created a 400mph downdraft. His aircraft could climb at a maximum speed of only 300mph. The difference meant he was doomed.
Air accident expert Craig Fuller says besides hundreds of vanished light aircraft, the area has also seen crashes involving many military warplanes like B-24 Liberators, B-17 Flying Fortresses and P-38 Lightnings.
Fuller, who works for the voluntary Aviation Archaeological Investigation and Research group, cannot say how many aircraft have gone missing while flying over the area.
“I cannot give you exact numbers. No one knows, not even the government agencies,” he said.
But he has visited more than 75 crash sites and with the help of air historian John Lopez he has been able to study many of flights that went missing in the same area as Fossett’s plane.
One of the stories regarding the Triangle dates back to 1943 when a B-24 bomber crashed in the mountains. Co-pilot Lieutenant Robert Hester’s father, Clinton, was determined to find the plane.
“He basically spent every summer in the Sierras looking for his son,” Fuller said.
Clinton died without having found any trace. But in 1960, a year later, a survey team found the bomber in a remote lake. It’s now known as Hester Lake.
Fuller cited another example, that of Lt Leonard C Lydon who parachuted to safety in 1941 after his Army fighter squadron got lost over the mountains.
He saw his P-40 fall within a mile of where he landed in the remote Sequoia and Kings Canyon national parks.
But to this day the wreckage has never been found.
The Mystery of the Nevada Triangle aired in the UK on Channel Four.