Day 5 Notes

   As this journey into high strangeness raises the drawbridge for the final time, I'm at a loss. At loss because I know there are much more to be discovered here and also because it has forced my thinking out of it's most comfortable and well worn box. I wish I could say that we have a Bigfoot or a crashed spacecraft, one bloody alien even, alas we do not. The second ridge that I wrote of in day four, concealed a house, a very normal looking house, that sat alone with a common dirt drive. We did see boot tracks where the floodlight was seen the previous night. Standard military issue. Granted this proves nothing since they can be purchased with all ease. One must remember this signs making this government property. Oh, how I longed to venture down and have a go at the house, but a nagging voice in my head said to proceed no further. The zoom on the camera showed many wires entering the dwelling but it looked normal otherwise. The dirt dive has a gate and a sign is posted on the other side, warning to keep out I'm sure. And what of the floodlight of the past night? Were we seen or close to being seen? I guess we may never know. As we started our climb up toward Sector C, My colleague Bruce caught the shape of something large at the top in a rocking motion as if it was trying to make us out. I did see what appeared to be something large standing near a large oak at the peak. We broke in a run towards the top as fast as the wet leaves and soil would allow. Once we reach the top a stench was present that reeked of wet animal. To the left of the tree where the sighting occurred the earth surface was a rock outcast. Now we all saw the same shape on the same side of the tallest oak at the top of the ridge, yet not a single track either on earth or rock! Our hiking boots were leaving tracks but nothing else was. The FLIR did show a heat signature but it could have been either "it" or one of the three of us. It is so easy to watch a show on TV and comment on how someone else could've missed something but it's a different story to discover your own camera around you neck while hoping a heart attack is not in progress. To say I was mad, would not come close, for I may have hated myself as much as a human could muster. Forgive myself, perhaps, forget never! As we waited and listened not a sound was heard. One would think if it was perhaps a bear, the racket of escape would be heard. Nothing but silence and our breath filled the air. If said phantom was a bear, not only was it full grown but it was standing on it back legs as well. No scratch marks were found on the tree or the ground. Nothing was observed in the trees either. Looking on the map, the oak in question, was in perfect alignment with the tip of the triangle on our map! Everything seems to evolve around the triangle and the blasted thing refuses to release any answers. Just then we noticed a white powder like substance on our boots. Now none of us remember seeing anything of this nature so we had to run through in while in pursuit of the phantom. Samples are taken and will seen to a lob ASAP. 0119 hours, we have settled in the three points of the triangle for the night unless drawn away by something else. 0207 hours the hum is back but instead of around us, it seems to be moving south to north. and, getting louder every moment that passes. As this hum was nearly on us, a helicopter flew over drowning all other noise out. To dark to make out a color but not a single light was on! Such flight is an FFA violation and it was near treetop level and the wind send both tripods and cameras crashing to the ground. Little doubt seven cameras are destroyed as they were gathered in pieces. The hum has stopped and the helicopter never slowed down. It would be easy to point fingers and yell government but it was simply too dark to make a judgement. Such flights are common in drug running and that made me nervous. 0337 Hours A loud thump was heard as if a rock was thrown or a large object was dropped. noting was seen unless one of the remaining camera's caught it, and it only happened once. Worthy to note is for a fleeting moment at a time the "wet animal" smell comes through in the breeze but nothing seen or heard. I still can not help but wonder what all this has to do with three EMP spots than form a triangle. If the area is strong enough to affect our compass, how can a helicopter fly that low and not appear to be effected? We all seem to devlop headache if we remained in the triangle for longer than an hour. And what of the house and the fresh tire tracks? I guess we will just have to gather what facts we can and see what kind of photo it makes. The lab said the "white powder" of our boots was Magnesium oxide and Potassium oxide . Magnesium oxide is used in cement and used for relief of heartburn and sore stomach, as an antacid, magnesium supplement, and as a short-term laxative. Potassium oxide is found in fertilizer so the only question is how did we go through a fresh patch that was still dry at this late hour? How it it still be powder a half-hour before dark? We saw no signs of other humans in this area until the chopper flew over so how did both chemicals just happen to form just before our mad dash? What of the lights and shadows that appear and disappear only to appear again a football field away without a sound? What was the phantom that paid us a visit? Are beings using portals that exist here, and if so, just what are they? The file shows 556 different UFO sightings all describing the same craft.  This close to major cities, why would the government risk the crash of an experimental aircraft that could not be covered up? If it's from another country, surely we would show our might in the air at the same time. We shall look long and hard at the tapes and recordings and compare notes. To declare myself lost on this one would be an understatement.