It was September 20, 2019. About 150 of us were standing right in front of the Area 51 entrance, but I wasn’t like the rest of the people. I could see past the heads of many people only to see some mountains and desert-like terrain. I butted my way up to the front and now I could see the land clearly. It was very open, and there was a gate like what you see when you enter hospital parking garages. There was police surrounding the entrance, but I didn’t care. I was going in. I ducked my head under the gate and walked straight in, and they didn’t mind. I walked and I walked, about 10 miles until I reached my destination: home.