Feb. 21. Had just walked to the front window. The sun was almost down. Sky and water were pink. Something about 60 feet above the water, with 'frosted' yellow lights at the sides and a bright red one in the middle, slid over from front left to my rocks, then back again without turning around. It slid up and back as if on a rail.
My knees turned watery and my stomach filled with butterflies! I realized I'd seen several of those same things many times, but through trees, as I sleepily observed them from my bunk window. Because they were over water I'd presumed they were boats, though I did wonder what kind of boat since they seemed to maneuver so easily and silently. They would go back and forth between the beach, a little way to the left of the cabin, and the point where my cabin was.
As much daylight as there was, I didn't see the body of the machine, just the arrangement of lights. Those I'd seen from the bunk window had no discernible bodies either, but only what I took to be mast lights. The frosted yellow bulbs seemed about grapefruit size and reflected on nothing.
Another thing I'd seen from my bunk the same time as those 'boats' was a bright flash of light that occasionally appeared slightly above the ground, between path and water. The ground was too rough and brambley (sic) for someone to be walking there at night, as first there seemed to be, so I decided it was a momentary beam from one of the boats. My door was locked anyway and I was too tired to care if someone was prowling around in the dark.
After seeing the thing slide up and away again, it took sometime to get over my fright. Curiosity finally made me brave enough to venture out to the edge of the rocks where I could get a wider, unobstructed view. On the other side of Ragged Island and more than half hidden by it appeared to be a big boat well lit up with neon lights. (No binoculars, unfortunately.) As I wondered, "Why there?" three balls of scintillating light flew up from it, yellow to amber. Hard to guess how big—maybe four feet in diameter. Eventually there were five or six of them, some off to Bowen Island, others to Keats, Pasley and other islands. I kept glancing behind me for fear one of the lights would get between me and the cabin, cutting off retreat!
The balls traveled slowly over tree tops, dropping down amongst them or to the water's edge. Every once in a while one would go back behind Ragged Island, although the bright ship had disappeared—under water? A tugboat rounded the corner quite close to shore, hauling a barge. Over the tug was one of the balls of light, and one over the barge as well. I wanted to share this sighting so badly with someone it was tantalizing not to be able to yell at the tugboat men to look. But it was making too much noise and, of course, no one was on deck anyway. The balls of light stayed with the tug only a matter of seconds before peeling off exactly together—one going to Bowen, the other to Pasley.
Running back to the cabin, I locked the door. This was all too much! This was a nest of UFOs! Oh, if I could only tell someone about it, but I had no phone and the public phone was in Eastbourne, through all that dark where I might bump into 'something'. How could I have been so blindly unobservant as to miss all this before? In moving to Keats I had probably moved right into their midst from the beginning! Now I realized that the first star-like UFO had come closer not just to have a look at our planet. They knew 'George and His Gang' were somewhere in this area of Earth. The zig-zagging may have been to locate their communications beam then, finding it, stop to talk.
Next day I phoned people who had boats—one on Bowen Island and the other on the mainland—and tried to get them to come over and see these things.
But the water was too rough to come over or they didn't have time, or the real reason—they thought I was probably mistaken about the whole thing anyway. Must be some new kind of aircraft being tested, one man insisted.
Not knowing anyone at Gibsons at the time, I phoned the newspaper there and asked if they'd had an UFO reports. A bored voice said, "Not lately."
With restraint I told him there were quite a few flying around here these nights, and he should send someone over to have a look... He wasn't interested, and said I should get in touch with Rev. Mr. Willis who was also caretaker of the Baptist camp on Keats. Having met the minister once, I thought he was the type to pooh-pooh such things but found out too late this was not the case.
This reference: Our UFO Visitors by John Magor, p. 45-48, © 1977
UFOCAT PRN – 96018
UFOCAT URN – 96018 Our UFO Visitors by John Magor, p. 45-48, © 1977
North America- Canada, Br. Col., New Westminster, Body of water is the Straight of Georgia.
Keats Island Latitude 49-24-00 N, Longitude 123-28-00 W (D-M-S)
Bowen Island Latitude 49-23-00 N, Longitude 123-22-00 W
Pasley Island Latitude 49-22-00 N, Longitude 123-27-00 W
Ragged Island Latitude 49-23-00 N, Longitude 123-27-00 W
Eastbourne Latitude 49-24-00 N, Longitude 123-26-00 W
Gibsons Latitude 49-24-00 N, Longitude 123-30-00 W
Strait of Georgia Latitude 49-30-00 N, Longitude 124-00-00 W
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