Three hours in the car seemed to fly by. The excitement of seeing something both of them had only ever read about, or seen in documentaries, was all-consuming. They took a few wrong turns, but somehow managed to find the property, discovering they weren’t the only ones curious to see a crop circle up close and personal.
There were cars parked all along the dirt road, barely leaving enough room for anything larger than a motorbike to get through.
“I suppose we’d better park here and walk the rest of the way,” said Ben.
They grabbed their cameras, locked the car, and headed towards the throng of people in the distance. Armand could only guess what Ben was feeling, but as for himself, his stomach was churning and he felt ready to explode from the anticipation.
As they neared the epicentre
