Finally got around to view this "scientific" enterprise. You can watch series one, episode 1 here. It is interesting to see the debate from the scientists and the "super-naturalists" who attribute every bad thing to "Skinwalker Ranch" and behaviors such as "digging", without the slightest bit of evidence of causation. I will be watching the whole series and commenting below.
In the first and second episode there is much talk about glowing ridges and microwave radiation. One would think that this ranch is is the wop wop which it is but only 4. 5 km south from the small settlement of Fort Duchesne. Mobile phones work by transmitting and receiving radio frequency microwave radiation.
Duchesne (46 km west of the ranch and Fort Duchesne) has a registered mobile tower site 2.5 km south of the airport (link).
9 km North West of the ranch is the town of Roosevelt, a modern looking town with a pop of just over 7 thousand; no doubt the locals will have resplendent internet and mobile coverage.
4km north of the ranch is SH 191 running from East to West. I really think the lights in the sky and the microwave radiation can be clearly accounted for.
4km north of the ranch is SH 191 running from East to West. I really think the lights in the sky and the microwave radiation can be clearly accounted for.
Where is the evidence that the microwave radiation on the mesa is from that tower and not say some underground portal to hell? The witnesses say that they felt strange, some even put into hospital; this is enough to suggest paranormal activity.
How do you know that the lights in the sky were from the cars on that state highway 4 km away? Where is the evidence? Where are the documents to state where the cars, if any went. Where did they go? The evidence needs to be contemporaneous. The number plates of the vehicles to correlate with the reported lights in the sky are necessary before I will believe your lies.
These "scientists" use duct tape and emf directional finders with tin cans. One would think they would use a "beam antenna". One the basis of this crude and pathetic gear they make profound conclusions that the source of the 9 GHz frequency is some mile high.
Of course 9 GHz is satellite communication. I think the source is much higher than 1 mile . The "star link" Satellites would be a good starting point.
The idiots use a weather balloon filled too much which would have exploded a few hundred metres above the launch. They of course attribute this to the "paranormal"; no ever told them that these balloons expand with altitude.
I watched the first episode and will watch the second one later. Then I'll give my "scientific" impressions of their work and measurements, including with my Amateur Radio background. So far I am not very impressed with their investigation.
You can follow U.S. Highway 191 from Southern Arizona to Moab, Utah ─ Green River, Price, Roosevelt and Vernal, and I have been through these areas many times myself. My Great-Grandfather mined Uranium at Yellow Cat, which is near Green River, Utah ─ and there was a small facility, the Green River Launch Complex near there where missiles are launched that impacted in the White Sands, New Mexico proving grounds. I am sure that this makes for some interesting UFOs in the desert badlands just North of Arches National Park.
This TV program is fairly interesting to me because my ancestors were basically Latter-Day Saint pioneers of this region. My Grandmother was born in Moab, Utah and was pretty much the last one buried in the old Pioneer cemetery there. She graduated from High School in Moab in 1935 and raised a family. Later in life she studied Art and Spanish and got a Bachelor's degree in 1966 and I can remember the graduation. She then became a teacher and moved to the Phoenix and Scottsdale area and often taught Indians as well as other at-risk students like Vietnamese refugees. The Vietnamese were her favorite students because they were earnest and respectful. The Blacks, Mexicans, and White Trash, not so much.
Anyway, she often travelled on the highway back home to the Moab and Price areas, and in the mid-1970s over the high desert, and ─ perhaps on U.S. Highway 191 or an adjacent road between the Mogollon Rim near the Petrified Forest, and South of Monument Valley ─ late one night her big boat car vapor-locked. It just quit.
This was not long after the 1975 Travis Walton UFO abduction incident near Snowflake, Arizona so she just sat there with her disabled car on the side of the road. Complete Silence. Complete Darkness. The stars overhead and the Milky Way brighter than perhaps you have ever seen them.
She was spooked.
There was a really dumb 1993 movie made about this called Fire in the Sky with D.B. Sweeney as Travis Walton. It also starred Robert Patrick of Terminator 2 and later the X-Files.
A few minutes later, however, the big Cadillac engine cooled off and the car started and she continued her journey North across the desert. When she got to Moab she had to have a garage replace the fuel pump.
The Navajo Wolves.
They are supposed to be witches or demons who have embraced the dark side and who can shape-shift into four-legged wild animals.
Many of my Grandmother's Native students were very superstitious.
We see this sometimes even today when earlier this Spring as the Arizona weather was warming, a very large rattlesnake was found in a Library storage area. The snake was captured and relocated by a "wrangler." It was not made into some Redneck's boots. The photograph of the snake was impressive but since the Diversity Inclusion and Equity police objected, the picture could not be shared, so as not to offend any superstitious cults.
Well, many of my Grandmother's Young Adult students talked about their fears of the "Navajo Wolves." This was before the term "Skinwalker" was bandied about, but the meaning is no doubt the same.
The Indians did not like to travel at night along the highway, especially alone. They imagined that the Navajo Wolves would sometimes follow them and sometimes ride along on the bumper of their truck.
My Grandmother thought such fears were particularly silly. She too was born and bred in the area but was quite comfortable navigating the desert, including at night.
I'm inclined to agree, although I never travel anywhere without a firearm under my pillow. If you see any of these creatures, more likely they are just animals of the two-legged variety.
I'm not the least bit superstitious, but I've got lots of stories to tell about the desert and my ancestors living, prospecting and mining on it.
Very interesting story, Scott. I, too, am from Mormon stock with my grandparents being married in the Temple at Salt Lake City. My great grandfather was one of the contingent of Mormons who moved to Mexico after polygamy was outlawed. One of my grand uncles became rather well known in the Mexican revolution and his brothers were razzing him about it. They were giving him the hoorah about becoming as famous as their neighbor, Billy the Kid. According to family history, Billy the Kid (William Bonney) wasn't killed by Pat Garret but moved to Mexico and became a cattle rancher.
At any rate, I'm particularly fond of Tony Hillerman's books which mention skin walkers quite often. A rather fascinating concept. Also the Navajo concept of "hozrah" and their curing ceremonies. Quite different from our western sensibilities. On one of my trucking treks through that part of the country I had stopped for a rest break at a convenience store and found myself looking at the name plates of some Navajo police to see if any were named "Jim Chee" or any other fictional characters from Hillerman's books. Had to have a stern little conversation with myself about confusing fiction with reality.
On one of my trucking treks through that part of the country I had stopped for a rest break at a convenience store and found myself looking at the name plates of some Navajo police to see if any were named "Jim Chee" or any other fictional characters from Hillerman's books. Had to have a stern little conversation with myself about confusing fiction with reality.
The first persona gassed was Gee Jon, though he was not a Navajo Tribal Police detective. You could have a little conversation with "Flipper" about the relationship between fiction and reality.
I watched episode 3 and 4; the investigations remind me of Laurel and Hardy the investigators looking somewhat intellectually disabled. There is nothing wrong with using rockets to collect data, but one would not use a small model rocket with a G motor and hand held devices strapped inside. I loved it when the first rocket Cato'd and became a "lawn dart", smashing into the mesa.
If these "clowns" (not klowns, these are special defective people) had used proper rockets with at least a T motor and proper telemetry they might have some credibility.
However, it is entertainment, and being many many kilometres from the US, I enjoy the scenery. I enjoy the myths and legend. When adult men start crying because a colleague has a head ache, attributed to bad voodoo the story looses all credibility.
When adult men start crying because a colleague has a head ache, attributed to bad voodoo the story looses all credibility.
Amen to that.
I just finished the second episode and would agree that this is purely entertainment.
For one thing, regarding the downwind atomic bomb fallout from the 1950s, that is complete nonsense.
Their techniques for examining RF fields are stupid too, but I will get into that more after I have watched a few more episodes.
And as far as the Geiger counters ─ um, this is the Utah-Colorado Plateau, some of the richest areas in the world for URANIUM deposits. You are going to have a blast rock-hounding with a Geiger counter is this area. You will find all kinds of interesting "hot" things: thorium, uranium, radon gas in caves and mines, etc. In the TV show, running around with handheld radiation detectors like they are the Ghost Busters is really dumb.
I still have a black-colored rock which is very high-quality thorium ore ─ and when I was a kid in school I loved to show it off in class to my chemistry and physics teachers from Junior High School to College, and they would always have the same reaction: bored disbelief and then mortal terror, LOL, as the Geiger counter exploded. My pet rock is very "hot" but more or less safe. Thorium is one of the oldest radioactive materials, with a half-life of 14 billion years ─ about as long since the Big Bang or the age of the Universe. Thorium has been with us for a very long time, and it will still be here long after we are gone.
Just after I graduated from High School in 1979, we would go out into the desert around Crescent Junction and Green River ─ my cousin, my Dad and Uncle, and a mining engineer and his Dad ─ and we would dig little pilot holes and take samples for mineral assays. In this case they were looking for low-grade gold because there was this new assay method called XRF or X-Ray Fluorescence that the Mining Engineer friend was evaluating.
My late Grandfather did his own chemical assays in his own homebrew laboratory and was convinced just before he died in 1974 that low-grade gold ores existed there but were very hard to detect with a standard fire-assay. So years later we were testing his hypothesis with new methods and an expert friend. My Grandfather's hypothesis proved to be true ─ but when the numbers were more clear, we found that without a massive strip-mining operation it didn't seem profitable to actually mine this, so the idea was eventually dropped.
In any case, we did not see anything spooky on the desert that year other than when digging one pilot hole there was a couple of scorpions that were burrowed at least a foot into the Mancos Shale. It looked like they had been hibernating there for a very long time, as the ground was packed hard and undisturbed. This was a weird surprise.
The approximate location was Crescent Junction, where U.S. 191 meets Interstate 70. That is also where the Green River Launch Complex is, and where you turn off to go to Yellow Cat Flats.
Below is one of the uranium mines at Yellow Cat. My Great-Grandparents' mined uranium near here in the 1940s and 1950s. I visited with some family in the 1980s and my Grandmother's brother, who had worked there and then gone in the Navy in WWII pointed out an old abandoned truck at Yellow Cat like the one below that they used for the mine, and he said that this was the vehicle he learned to drive with. That was over forty years earlier. I would not be surprised if this is in fact the same truck.
A contemporary of my Great-Grandfather from Moab was another Uranium prospector named Charlie Steen who, unlike my family, struck it big. Steen became a multi-millionaire and a local celebrity. But he was a big-spender and eventually lost it all. Steen had some academic training in geology so that probably gave him a huge advantage over my progenitor. They made some money in the diggings but hardly enough to make it worthwhile.
Charlie Steen in 1952, the day after he struck the mother lode.
Later, I've got some amusing stories repossessing cars in the Roosevelt area with my college roommate from New Zealand, and camping with my family in the Vernal dinosaur area and hearing the strange knocking sounds on the desert.
Here is an interesting gas station and convenience store called "Jackass Joe's Twilight Zone Jerky" at Crescent Junction. I assume the UFO angle comes from the nearby Green River Launch Complex, and they are trying for an Area 51 vibe.
The crew see a UFO, twice which looks strangely like the balloon they lost with a long tether a day or so earlier. At 4.51 am Travis Taylor sleeping in a caravan hears a dog barking. He goes outside and hears strange noises; off he goes inside and boots his laptop only to discover that the noises are emf modulations from 20 MHZ TO 2 GHz.
The next morning he assembled the team of experts and concluded what he had discovered was a worm hole, a portal to another world.
I think Scott will appreciate this ineptitude. I will update this when I can bear to watch the rest. BTW I would hardly call a property of 512 acres a ranch; this is just an average farm. The Anna Creek Station in Australia sprawls 23,000 square kilometers (14,000 square miles) or 6177635 acres.
They did GPR and discovered underground domes, a part of the mesa formation. Mesas are caused by geological uplift.
Our geniuses have located a few of these, drew a few dots to connect and concluded that they have a buried ufo under the ranch. FFS An anomaly quickly becomes an "object".
Travis was out in the sun all day and noticed red marks on his forehead. The doctor said "sunburn" but they posed the skin issue as "radiation burn". FFS LOL Interesting is that Travis gets the experts in to test for radiation, especially over the well where he thought he got his burns (sun burn takes a while to show itself btw); they found nothing except normal back ground radiation. Travis comes on and declares he got hit by a burst of skin damaging ionizing radiation as though that was a fact.
Kenneth and Edith Myers who ran the farm for 60 years "deny that any mysterious 'phenomena' of any kind occurred there"; it appears that the nonsense started when Terry Sherman bought the place. What would be more interesting is the Range Creek farm in Utah which is a site of intense archaeological importance. link.
Cattle mutilations correlate with irate farmers; there are a number of instances of hooded people seen followed by dead dismembered bovines.
This ranch is smack in the middle of an Indian Reservation. (at the bottom of the T in the word reservation)
The Ute tribe influence can be seen in the following map.
The tribal lands are split due to "Skinwalker Ranch". Land has deep spiritual significance to the native American Indian. The obvious conclusion would be that skulduggery was at play here to connect the tribal lands. What could be better than to re construct an old curse with supernatural horror, chop up a few cows, herd the feral cats and dogs (cougar, lynx, bobcats and coyotes) to that area and let them feast. Superstition should do the rest and of course financial loss.
“Those who play with the devil's toys will be brought by degrees to wield his sword” – R. Buckminster Fuller, 1895