UFO Sighting and Albuquerque: Lost Week-end

Please forgive me for a bit of regression here. 

It is amazing what friends remember.

This past week I was talking with one of my friends from my years at NMMT in Socorro. I was mentioning this blog and we were comparing notes from that time. She asked me if I had mentioned what I apparently called a “Lost Weekend”. The following is the meat of our conversation.

Apparently in late 1976 or early 1977 my friend had agreed to take a mutual acquaintance to the Albuquerque Airport. They had left Socorro at around 4 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Her friend was headed back to Pennsylvania for a family emergency. They were headed North on I-25 when they got to the “Twilight Zone” just south of Belen, NM.

She was driving her Triumph sports car, when they pulled over to the side of the road. She was unable to recall exactly why they pulled over, but as soon as they had come to a complete stop she looked above them.  Moving silently across the sky was what she describes as a HUGE deck shaped object.  She judged the length of one side to be about 300 yards. There were multiple lights between the top of the craft and the bottom, making the appearance of it being a multi-storied object. It moved silently, heading West across the interstate.  Her other observation was that it appeared to be landing, just West of Los Lunas, NM. She said that if her passenger hadn’t had to be at the airport to catch his flight, she would have chased the thing.

According to her, that weekend I had headed up to Albuquerque. I left Socorro right after band practice, so that would have put it around midnight. When I returned to Socorro, I complained that I had ended up coming into Albuquerque from the West side. I had taken a cut-off that I was sure was a shortcut to Albuquerque. I arrived in ABQ late Saturday afternoon, feeling blank. I told them when I returned to Socorro that I felt like I had lost my weekend.

Even more interesting is that I hadn’t remembered that incident until we talked this past week. Even now it is a piece meal affair of memories.