Huge Red Swirling Ball With Flaring Red Orange Flaming Edges Seen Over Bridge River Lillooet British Columbia (Letter)

(From Brian Vike’s UFO Files) Re-posted by Mel.

Date: Winter of 1966.
Time 9:00 p.m.  

In 1966, finding myself alone, except for the family cat, Caboodle, after the family breakup and ultimate divorce, I traveled up the Fraser River Canyon to the small village of Lillooet, two hundred road miles north of Vancouver. My former C.O. from my Army days, (name deleted), lived in a mobile home and worked with (name deleted) on her Bridge River-Lillooet News.

I joined them, and having spent a month living over The News Office with (name deleted), I learned I could rent a dandy suite overlooking the Fraser River Canyon The sliding doors opened onto a wide sun deck. The P.G.E. rails were just beyond the fence at the end of the lot. When the 110 car freight rumbled by I was face to face with the engineers. I used to try to list the many boxcars, the rolling stock of railroads from all over North America in those pre computer days.  

At nights no lights shone from the few homes scattered on the bench land below, on the other side of the tracks. The highway connecting Lillooet with the outside world was in the far side of the river. Came the darkness, the valley was pitch black except for the odd set of headlights of cars traveling into town. There was no road on the mountainside which loomed up on the town side of the canyon.  

One winter Friday night my friend had walked over for a visit. The folks in the adjoining suite had the TV on for the Dean Martin Show which aired at 9:00 p.m. My friend relaxed in an easy chair from which she could see out through the sliding doors. I sat opposite on the chesterfield, too far back to share her view.

As we chatted, she suddenly, turned her head, and, staring out through the glass door, exclaimed in a sharp voice, "What's that ?" I jumped up quickly to share her excitement and immediately saw a huge red swirling ball with flaring red orange flaming edges coming towards us from above the west side mountain. Grabbing the glass door catch I shouted "let's get out onto the deck !"', which we did.

As we stood side by side, we watched the whirling fire ball hurdle towards us, so fast that we both ducked down, putting our hands on our heads as we truly expected to be hit as it crashed upon us. But, as we crouched and watched, the thing hovered "just above the mountainside" so to speak, spinning and flaring, to right, to left, to right again, for a few seconds.

It hesitated on the final jerk to the right, then in erratic short jumps, still spinning and flaring, it began to recede, grow smaller, to nothing, back into the sky from whence it had come. We returned to the room, quite shaken up, and my friend snapped, "Exactly what did we see ?" I put into words much as I have in this account, using my extended arm to describe the movement. "Exactly !" she snapped.  

Being Friday night with everything closed for the weekend, we had no way of finding out if anyone else had shared the sight. The News was being printed, not in Lillooet, but in Fort St. John at Ma'sson Dan's newspaper shop, so nothing was "of the moment". By the time the weekend was over and folks were back on the job, we felt rather foolish in speaking of our UFO encounter.

Had we not rushed to the sun deck, causing us to be physically involved, had we just focused and seen it with our sight, we may well have pondered if we had seen it at all. I recall when I saw the movie, "Strange Encounters" some years back I thought the UFO props were not nearly as exciting as what my friend and I had shared on that Friday night in Lillooet, B.C.  

It is now August 20, 2000 and in Houston Newspaper, Wednesday 9 August 2000 one Brian Vike is asking for news of any sightings "past or present" and as (name deleted) passed on at 83, years ago, and I am now living in (location deleted) on the shore of (location deleted) at age 87.

I decided to pass on our joint experience of that special Friday night in Lillooet. My dear friend would truly approve !

My Many Thanks And Warm Wishes To Sourdough Sue Ward And Her Friend Sue's Colorful Name Comes From Her Adventures In Dawson City, Yukon Names and location of course are deleted to protect their privacy.

Also I wanted to add the letter Sue wrote to me over what she and her friend saw. Makes the sighting more personal and exciting.

Brian Vike (Retired)
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net

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Orange UFO And Missing Time Near Lillooet, British Columbia

Date: Summer 1974
Time: Night.

Location of Sighting: Near Lillooet British Columbia.
Number of witnesses: 1
Number of objects: 1
Shape of objects: Yellow/orange light.

Full Description of event/sighting: Hi Brian Recently so many people have been writing about strange orange lights. I thought I would add my experience.

This was the summer of 1974, but I'm not sure of the month. My husband, myself and our one year old daughter had been visiting relatives in the Vancouver area. We were starting the long, long drive back to Whitehorse in the Yukon. We decided to drive the road that passes through Whistler and eventually comes out in Lillooet rather than go the route through the Fraser Valley and Canyon. We'd never gone this way before and didn't have a map. We didn't really need one as there are not many roads in this part of the Province. The sky was blue and the sun was shining and we were quite enjoying the trip. However when we reached Mt Currie we did not notice the gravel logging road branching off to the right. Today the road is paved and well marked with signs. Back then there was nothing to indicate that this is where we should have turned.

Therefore we continued north for several miles until we came to the western end of long, narrow Anderson Lake. A combination of mis-information from a young boy, four other lost drivers, two motor bikes and our own determination eventually had us leading a convoy on an impossible road high above the lake. We soon pulled ahead and we were on our own . We never saw the others again.

The sun was close to setting and we were lost on a road so narrow and twisting there way no way to turn around. We didn't even know if it was the right road. I kept watching the shadows rise on the mountains across the lake and wondering if we would be off the mountain before dark. Apart from a mild concern about wondering where we were, it was a spectacular and exciting drive. But every time I looked towards the mountains across from us I had a sense of "something" over there being not quite right. It made me very uneasy. I didn't say anything to my husband as he needed his total concentration for the difficult drive. Eventually, just before darkness, we did come off of the mountain, passed through a tunnel and joined another gravel road that we realized was heading towards Lillooet. In the twilight we started looking for a place to camp for the night. After a few miles we found one and my very tired husband started to set up the camper. I was becoming more and more uneasy. That surprised me as we were no longer lost and we had parked in a perfectly good place for the night. I kept looking back towards the direction we had come from. I wanted us farther away. Much to my surprise when I told my husband I didn't want to stay there, he made no objection and asked no questions, just got back in the truck and continued driving down the road. After several miles we found another clearing well off the road and stopped for the night.

This is a very isolated area. The valley is quite narrow with tall mountains on both sides and an unseen river down a very steep drop on the opposite side of the valley. There were no houses or side roads, nothing for many miles in both directions. There were scattered pine trees but little underbrush as this is a semi-arid region. By the time we pulled in it was dark so we did not see much of our surroundings. I was still feeling a bit uneasy but tried to ignore it. I knew we had to stop and get some rest.

Before long we were settled for the night. Sometime later I suddenly awoke. My child and husband were both sleeping soundly but I was feeling very alert. I pulled back the covering from the tiny window by my head and looked outside. The night was clear and very quiet. I could faintly see the outline of the mountain tops against the starlight. Everything else was black. All at once there was an orange light right in front of me at almost eye level. At first it was still, then it started to slowly move back and forth. In the dark I had no perspective. It might have been a small light close by or a much larger one farther away. Although it was quite bright it did not reflect on anything around it. There was no sound, not even the ordinary night sounds of the desert. I lay staring, trying to find a rational explanation. The movement I concluded was similar to a person walking along a road and carrying an orange lantern. That did not make me feel any better as I knew there were no houses within miles and nowhere to be coming from or going to.

I thought I'd better tell my husband so I gave him a shake. He didn't wake up. More shoving, whispering, poking and pinching could not get him awake. Normally he is a very light sleeper but this night I never did manage to awaken him. Almost in tears of fear and frustration I looked back out the window. The light was still there, still moving ,although it had moved sideways a short distance. Then it was gone. In some ways that was as disturbing as when I could see it. I don't know if I had watched the light for five minutes or half an hour. I don't remember anything else of the night, although I can't imagine my going back to sleep when everything was so frightening. But I don't remember staying awake either.

My next memory is morning and getting the camper ready to go. I was still very frightened. I looked back out the window from where I'd seen the light and realized that it was unlikely to have been a person carrying a light, unless the person was about 12 feet tall!

My husband then decided this was a great time and place to do engine work on the truck. I was still so uneasy that I would not leave the side of the truck, not even to pick some Saskatoon berries just a few feet away. I stayed right beside the passenger door. I certainly wasn't going all the way back (about 8 feet) to the door of the camper! My daughter was in my arms the whole time. I was too scared to even put her on a blanket at my feet. My fear was totally irrational, confusing and strong.

Eventually we were on the road again and it was with growing relief that I headed away from my memory of "something" on a mountain and a strange orange light.

I will probably never know just what was going on in that region. But I do know I didn't like it!

Glad to see you are back with us. Hope all our tests turn out OK.

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A 1966 Amazing UFO Sighting At Lillooet, British Columbia

In 1966, finding myself alone, except for the family cat, Caboodle, after the family breakup and ultimate divorce, I traveled up the Fraser River Canyon to the small village of Lillooet, two hundred road miles north of Vancouver.

Below is a 4 page letter explaining what was seen at Lillooet, British Columbia.

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