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This is my first post to UFOs! I'm happy to be a part of this community and love lurking (easing into more activity, I promise).
What I want to share is something that happened to me as a teenager on the way home from school. I lived twenty minutes out from a small city in the valley of Mt. Rainier. Our home was located just within the school district bus route boundaries and so every morning and afternoon, my sister and I would take a lengthy bus ride to and from school.
I was fifteen or sixteen at the time of the sighting. I've always been into UFOs and I imagine the lot of you have the same type of story – I'd skip recess to pore over books about it, I'd watch all the TV specials, I consumed every bit of media and "proof" I could get my fucking hands on. I'd always wanted to see one, but resigned to the fact that I probably never would. You like this buildup? I hate it. There's nothing worse than waiting on a goddamn UFO to blip into your eyesight at the right time, am I right?
It was sunny and either spring or the beginning of summer. The mountain looms in the distance always, and the foothills that often sit forgotten in fog and overcast Washington weather were out and gorgeous. You can see every little jag and edge of them, the shadowing of the snow and little valleys and trees. It's breathtaking living in the shadow of a mountain waiting to blow us all to hell.
On this day, however, the mountain had a little visitor. I was slouched in my seat with my headphones – real teenage aesthetic, here, take a moment – and staring out the window. And there it was. Hovering over the foothills was a triangular object. It had no lights. It was bright silver and glinting in the sun, sort of rocking in place. It looked like it was looking for something, though I have zero ideas as to what it was really up to. When it rocked, I was able to see hints of domes on the underneath at each rounded corner. It floated lazily as such for several seconds and I remember looking around the bus to see if anyone else was looking or pointing. Nobody seemed to notice. I was so thrilled that I was finally witness to a UFO that I kept silent. In retrospect I wish I'd have pointed it out to someone, but at the time I felt like I was bestowing myself with a tiny gift. I turned back in time to catch it moving in an arc over the foothill and behind it, and the underside became visible before it disappeared behind them.
I never saw it emerge and I never heard anyone mention it. I've tried to look for a similar report from the area, since it was so large, but I've come up with nothing. It's now just a fond memory until another one of those suckers finds my ass waiting. Thanks for reading!