2:30 AM 10/19/96 (Saturday morning): Encouraged and challenged by the previous night's events, I returned to the hillside, on the other end of the lake, to wait, watch and freeze some more. At this late hour, the sounds of silence could be heard, punctuated only by the occasional distant roar of a lonely high flying jet. I was beginning to think, perhaps, these night visitors had taken the night off, when the dogs began to bark wildly. At first, I saw nothing, so I listened intently. That's when I heard it! A whirring, whining sound. Like the sound a big four-wheeler, makes as it clips down a highway. But there was no traffic anywhere around the area, and there hadn't been for some time.

Then I saw them. First, one sphere floating north, just on the other side of the tree line, then another, following a quarter of a mile, or so, behind the first.