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Two guys came knocking at the A-Z West cabin door at 10pm one night, I was staying there alone. Having no idea who they were, but looking like people who might stay in the encampment, I opened it a crack. One had a big stick and stood back. I eventually gathered that they must have been on mushrooms, or something, and voyaging the desert. When I opened the door they told me with exasperation that there was a shiny silver UFO right over there. Pointing in the direction of Sarah Vanderlip’s work. They had come to let me know.