The date was June 30, 2018. This is the third night in a row that my brother, niece, and I have returned to County Line Road A (Medano Lane) to continue our investigations here in the San Luis Valley.
We are again about ten miles west of the Great Sand Dunes and a few miles northeast of Hooper, CO. Just two nights before we have several strange encounters in this area. On this night we were parked on the right hand side of the road, and my brother and I are having a discussion about the operation of my 4Sight Dash Cam. We are distracted during our talk and fail to notice that at time stamp 0:56 an orange light has appeared down the road.
As I pull out to continue our journey I notice this flashing orange light and mention it to my niece and brother. The dash cam doesn’t always reflect the true colors of what it is recording, and it appears to be white. Also, there is a flashing light to the left of the main light we are focusing on. I have no idea if this light is is actually on the road itself or miles away and just in our line of sight. The strangest thing of all is that I didn’t remember this encounter at all until I returned home and started reviewing the footage.
I have another dash cam video titled “Spooklight In the San Luis Valley” where we captured footage of a strange light that appeared and disappeared in front of as we were driving down this same desolate road. Once again, I had no memory of this encounter until I reviewed the footage about three weeks later. I don’t have any memory issues as far as I know, and can’t explain why I could not recall this encounter either.
However, we did have fascinating encounter on our last night that I can clearly recall on this same road. When you turn off of Highway 17 onto County Line Road A (Medano Lane) and travel east towards the Great Sand Dunes you will arrive at a gate. It is about six miles from Highway 17. We spent an hour or so investigating some strange flashing lights of various colors on the valley floor at this dark and lonely dead end. We decided to call it a night and head back to Crestone. I made a U-turn and proceeded westbound on Medano Lane. We had not gone very far when all of a sudden I noticed two perfectly round orange lights ahead of us on either side of the road. I stopped short of the lights, and I would estimate they were only about thirty yards away. These two large orange lights were not on the ground, but in the air. I would guess they were about the height and same size of your typical street light. They weren’t right over the road, but on the outside margins of Medano Lane. One on the left and the other on the right hand side. They were both equally spaced away from the edge of the road at a distance of about ten yards. They did not move, and there was no flashing, pulsing, or flaring of these strange lights. They were not street lights. We were out in the middle of nowhere, and the nearest structures of any kind were miles down the road. I felt like we were definitely being watched by someone or some thing. I distinctly remember asking and seeing my brother press the Event Button on the dash cam to capture the encounter.
After returning home I was anxious to see what we had recorded on the dash cam. To my shock and surprise the file was not there. It failed to record the event. This was not the only time an equipment failure occurred on this trip. There were two other compelling encounters we had that I clearly remember and were recorded and yet the files were missing. It could be a possible malfunction of the dash cam or operator error.
I am also curious as to why I had encounters that I don’t remember that were recorded, and others that I clearly remember that were not captured by the dash cam.
Speaking of not remembering. it would have been part of my curious nature to get out of the car and walk towards these lights to get a better look. I don’t remember getting out of the car and or even slowly driving next to them to get an idea of what we were observing The next thing I remember we were about a mile away from the intersection of Medano Lane and Highway 17. We had traveled about five miles west on Medano Lane, and I don’t recall anything of the trip from the time we stopped to look at those elevated orange lights until we were almost at the intersection of Highway 17. My niece and brother agreed with me, and that they too could not remember the majority of the five mile trip after seeing the lights. I looked at my watch to see if we had any missing time, but from what I can determine we were where we should have been at the appropriate time.