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172 none of which looks particularly appetizing. You go on to Datil (rhymes with cattle) and the Eagle Guest Ranch, which doesn't look like much at first glance, either, but turns out to be a comfortable, friendly motel/restaurant/general store that serves as a sort of community center. You get the feeling that everyone within twenty-five miles or more will stop in to get caught up on the local news. The crash site is a good drive from here, at the edge of a large cattle ranch. It offers a few more trees than there were at Corona, but the grass and bushes look the same. Lots of rocks, too. And not a single trace of the crash that reportedly killed three aliens and left one alive, though perhaps wishing he weren't. Again, you walk around as slowly and methodically as you can, staring at the ground and trying to will a piece or two of wreckage into existence. There isn't any more of it to be found here than there was at the sheep ranch. But you keep looking, afraid that if you stop, the very next rock you might otherwise have turned over will continue to hide its extraterrestrial treasure. After a couple of hours you tell yourself that you have to face up to reality. This could go on forever, and since you don't have that kind of time, you cancel plans to inspect every square inch of ah area that has no specific boundaries. So far, your trip has turned up nothing to justify the time and expense. You've seen deer and antelope and even a couple of elk. But you can see those in any zoo, along with considerably more exotic creatures. Pieces of 1947-vintage wreckage, if they are even within miles of here, remain tantalizingly beyond reach. Was this journey really to find absolute, physical proof of the crash of an alien spacecraft, or merely to show off your determination? The search had to be made, but its motivations are far from clear. You take one final glance around the totally natural collec- tion of rocks and flora (including some startlingly colorful flowers barely large enough to survive) and then you pack it in. If there is anything left here that arrived in a blaze of mystery, it will have to wait for a more intensive search. You hate to CRASH AT CORONA