It was a strange sound. The best way to describe it would be to imagine a giant, sucking air thru a straw for about 8 seconds, and then exhaling out his mouth with the force of a jet engine. It stopped us in mid stride and in unison we turned, our eyes seeking what our ears were hearing.
The mid afternoon October sun warmed us as we hiked along on state land; The Molasses River Flooding Number Three, in Gladwin County Michigan, to be exact. The grand beauty of the 80 degree fall day, with its eruption of red, orange, yellow and rust canopies, amidst hints of green, seemed to scream at us from the tree line, “Look at me, look at me!” causing our hearts to skip and be thankful.
We were smack dab in the middle of what, we Michiganders call, Indian summer, and we were taking the opportunity to enjoy nature in some of her finest attire. Days like today are what keep us going, during the long winter months that would soon be upon us but for one more week; we could don our shorts and tees and again be carefree in our pursuits of simple pleasures.
Water fowl, frogs, muskrat, chickadees, and turkey buzzards were the creatures that made an appearance on our journey that day and each sighting was special in its own way, but it was the peculiar rush of wind sound, which has stayed, in the forefront of our thoughts.
Heading back to where we had parked the car, about a half a mile or so away, we halted, surprised by the unexpected loud noise, coming from behind us. The hair crept up on the nape of our necks as we turned, because we knew there would be something there, but what?
Nothing. . .Nothing was there, but the sound and then in the middle of the lake where a shrub hedgerow stood, it appeared as if someone with a large spatula had just pushed the taller of the shrubs over on their sides, in the same direction, with leaves spiraling up in the air as if caught in a vortex, and then the noise disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived, and the shrubs bounced back up and stood still.
“What was that?” I questioned.
My husband looked at me, shaking his head, “Perhaps a whirlwind of some sort, let’s watch the trees across the lake to see what they do.”
Glancing in the direction that the wind sound had moved to, we stared across the lake and viewed, zilch. No movement what-so-ever. In our bewilderment we searched the sky overhead, shaking our heads at what we had just witnessed, though we had no clue to what that was.
My husband peered at me, “It is almost like an invisible jet just took off out of here.”
“That is exactly what I was thinking, but more of an alien thought crept into my mind.”
Laughing, we kidded that maybe we had been abducted while out here, “What time is it?” we joked.
I snapped a couple of pics of the hedgerow, for good measure and then we continued our trek to the car. I was relieved to find that no weird amount of time had lapsed, and we laughed all over again, but the bizarre occurrence has not been far from our thoughts.
Was the military testing some new secret jet? Did we just experience an odd rush of wind, swamp gas, or was there an invisible unidentified flying object, lurking in the middle of the state land and we just happened upon it in our pursuit of simple pleasures? We may never know but the experience has left my imagination just bursting at the seams and maybe now, yours too.
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