Chronorally. United States

In may 1972, four girls returned to southern Utah University after Saturday's Rodeo in Pioche. When they are about ten at night in the desert crossing the state line between Utah and Nevada, then stumbled to the fork.

They turned left and drove into the canyon Gadianton. Suddenly a dark asphalt turned into white cement. Deciding that they just took a wrong turn, the girls went back, but to his surprise, saw a field of grasses and yellow pine, not the desert. They decided to stop at a roadside cafe and ask for directions, but quickly changed my mind when one of the girls start screaming hysterically. And it was what. From the top of the hill behind them at high speed down the four brightly glowing egg-shaped vehicle on three wheels.

The frightened girl rushed back into the canyon, and white cement replaced by the usual dark asphalt, and around them again was a familiar desert. Girls are not lucky — they are one tire punctured, the car skidded and they left on the road traces of three tires.

Had to wait until the morning to walk to highway 56, where they met the soldiers of the national guard. Their story sounds like fiction, but the tire tracks is hard to explain. The traces left by their "Chevy", stopped just 200 metres away in the desert, and the girls, they said, drove more than three kilometers to the North of the highway.

And there is no physical evidence of their journey, except, perhaps, car hood flying down from the wheel — it could not find. Maybe he is still lying somewhere in the Utah desert, and maybe exhibited in the Museum on a parallel Earth.

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