As I drove through the rugged mountains of Colorado Springs, a strange figure captured my attention—a giant horseshoe-shaped object, a deep brown hue, silently floating above the peaks. My sister caught sight of it too, though curious enough, our parents did not.
It wasn’t an ordinary aircraft; it moved soundlessly, darting across the sky before disappearing behind the mountains. Moments later, as we reached Woodland Park, the peculiar shape reappeared as if it were following our path. There’s no plane fashioned like that, no roar, no wings—just this enigmatic shape, defying all logic and explanation.
For a full minute, this otherworldly presence hovered, vanished, then came back, marking that summer day in 2016 as one I’ve never forgotten.