Back in 1992 I was a teenager growing up in Yuma, Arizona. One evening I was out with my boyfriend and a couple of his friends driving to pick up one of their girlfriends who lived out in the “boonies.” It was on the roads amid healthy, green farmland heading toward Somerton. We had not been drinking or taking any drugs. We had the windows down and were at a point where the tape we had been listening to had reached it’s end so someone was busy looking for something else to listen to. During those few moments of quiet when the rest of us were gazing out the windows at the beautiful, indigo blue desert sky on a refreshingly cool desert night, we noticed something pass between us and the stars.
It was a huge triangular shaped jet black object, hovering about 50 feet above us. Because the nights are so clear in Yuma that you can see every single star in the sky, the darkness of this thing was outlined perfectly. There were no lights on it whatsoever. It hovered right above us, keeping up with our car and we didn’t hear a sound.
Those of us in the back who saw it yelled out for our friends in front to look. They saw it for just a second or two and then it was gone. I was hanging out the back windows, staring right at it and all of a sudden *POOF* it was gone! If I had to chose a plane that looked familiar to what we saw, it would be the Stealth Bomber, and I know that the Marine base in Yuma has these planes, but it wasn’t a Stealth. It was a perfect triangle. No wings. I saw it clearly silhouetted against the sky. My boyfriend was an avid airplain nut. He studied them like it was his calling and he had never seen anything like it.
None of us were afraid of what we saw. It was just kinda cool and we never felt threatened or anything. We never bothered telling anybody about it because we felt no one would believe us. We all can remember it like it was yesterday, though.
Submitted by: Jenn