Below is one of 17 UFO sightings reported to us by Brian Reinhardt. If you would like
to read his other 16 sighting reports, they are posted throughout the history section by
year, or altogether
on one page. We felt this is important since part of the UFO puzzle is answering the
question: why certain people have so many sightings while others never see anything
peculiar in their entire lifetime?
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M. Jasek UFO*BC
1968 - Easter Weekend - I decided to drive the approx. 800 miles north to see a
friend of mine who'd recently moved to Dawson Creek. I left Vancouver quite late and about
midnight found myself driving through the mountains near Cache Creek. As I drove along the
mountain crests I noticed far off in the N. West a number of what appeared to be search
lights playing on the clouds. At the time I thought there must be an airport over there
somewhere. Later on when I checked my maps found nothing but bush and also realized that
the lights I'd seen were not shining up at the clouds but down from somewhere above.
Shortly after passing Cache Creek it began to snow and I ended up driving for 18 hours. I
found my friend, booked into one of the Hotels in town and passed out. She had the weekend
off, so the next few days we spent touring the area. The third day I started back to
Vancouver. The snow had all melted and I was cruising along about 80 mph. At sunset I was
just north of Quesnel and had a large field on my right, as I passed it I noticed what
appeared at first glance to be a white bird about the size of a Herring Gull, it took off
from approx. 150 ft. away and skimmed across the field at approx. 3 ft. in the air on an
interception course with my car. I stepped on the brakes and it passed through my head
light beams approx. 20 ft. in front of me. It then climbed at about a 45 degree angle and
shot off up into the sky. As it passed I realized it was not a bird as the wings were
fixed and not flapping. My foot came down a little harder and soon I was cruising at 90
mph. Hours later I was back up in the mountains, just south of Cache Creek. I'd not seen
another car for hours and I was still rolling along about 90. All of a sudden a brilliant
white light shone down on me from somewhere above. It was like the light from a flash
bulb, so bright I couldn't even see my own headlights and from what I could make out
appeared to be a perfect circle, perhaps several hundred feet in diameter. I floored the
gas and went up to about 110 mph. but the light stayed right with me. After a minute or so
the light went back out. I could feel all the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and
sensed that whatever it was, was still directly over my car. I wanted to stop and take a
look but since I was by myself and there was no other traffic I continued to keep my foot
in it. About 10 minutes later the light came back on and I got the distinct impression
that whoever was behind it wanted me to stop. I went even faster. Just before I reached
the Kanaka Bar Restaurant the light went out again. I came around a bend and found the
Restaurant right in front of me. A car had just left the Restaurant and I passed him doing
about 120 mph. He must have thought I was a UFO. A few miles further on I came over the
crest of a mountain and could see a long steep hill in front of me with a curve at the
bottom, suddenly my car lost all power and I was flying blind down the hill.
I was still doing close to 120 mph and had lost my lights, power steering, power brakes
etc. I put both feet on the brake pedal and pushed as hard as I could. I couldn't see the
road at all as there are tall trees on each side of the road and it was black. All I could
do was try and keep the car heading straight. I kept picturing the road curving up ahead
but didn't have the faintest idea how close I was or even if I could make it at the speed
I was still going. Without my power assist the car didn't feel as if it was slowing the
least. Just as I reached the bottom of the hill my power all of a sudden came back on.
Needless to say I made the corner but didn't slow down until I reached the main Trans
Canada Highway with all its traffic. I owned that car for more than five years and never
before or after did I have any problems with it mechanically or electrically. The loss of
power seemed to be their goodbye present as I lost that feeling that they were sitting on
my roof just shortly afterwards. I often read or see programs about people losing time
during incidents similar to what I went through but don't think I was stopped. I was near
Quesnel at sunset which I'd guess to be about 19:00 and hit the Trans Canada near Hope at
about 02:00. I was just doing some calculations and they don't work out. Quesnel is
approx. 325 miles north of Hope and at the speed I was going I should have done it in
about 3.5 hrs. not 7, maybe something did happen? I sure don't recall slowing.
Years later when I first saw the movie Close Encounters it brought it all back again
especially the scene where they were all up on the mountain watching the UFO approach
above the clouds. When I came out of the theatre after the movie I didn't have the
faintest idea where I was. Nothing seemed familiar and it took several minutes for me to
figure out where I was. Several years later I asked some Police Officers if they might
have had helicopters working in the Canyon at night and they said not to their knowledge.
Too dangerous.
Brian Reinhardt
Surrey, BC.
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