My sighting:
The time was the summer of 1964, twilight of the evening. The place was our family's quasi-remote fishing cabin on the eastern bank of Hood Canal (really a fjord), Olympic Peninsula, State of Washington. The cabin is situated on top of a bulkhead, with a deck cantilevered out over the beach, offering spectacular views of the Olympic Mountains in view across the Hood Canal, and views up and down the canal limited by the fact that we are in a sort of protected bay. The canal varies from about 2.5 to 3.5 miles wide in this area. Out of sight from our property, but only a mile south past Vinland Point, was the US Navy submarine base at Bangor, currently the home of the Pacific fleet of Ohio class nuclear submarines.
The people at the cabin were myself, aged 15, my brother, aged 13, my father, a professional geologist, and my mother, a French teacher. No other people were in the vicinity of our cabin.
The sighting began when my brother noticed a light in the sky. He called our attention to it, and this is what we all saw: a softly glowing ball of light, moving slowly and silently, apparently over the water, at a position slightly to the north of us. The light was basically white, but slightly tinged orange, appeared bigger than planets or stars, but smaller than the moon. The edges of the object were fuzzy and indistinct, and not sharp.
Shortly, the object seemed to split in two, but did so such that the two objects were of a size no different that the original object. One of the objects was now of a different color. Over the next approximately 20 minutes, this process of the objects dividing was repeated several times. What resulted was approximately ten objects, all of different colors. The objects continued to move slowly, but making occasional sharp 90 degree turns. They all appeared to be more or less over the water, spreading out from north to south, making distinctive zig-zagging movements. At one point, some of the objects appeared to be over the restricted area of the sub base.
The sighting ended when the objects slowly began to merge together again, into what seemed to be the original object at its original location. At the end, the light seemed to turn off or blink out. No aircraft or patrol boats were seen before, during or after the event. The rest of the evening passed without further incident. The following morning, we returned to our Seattle home.
Respectfully submitted,
Steve