he noticed the man's long, shoulder-length,
sandy-colored hair, his dark skin, his Oriental features and his ski-
pant type trousers. He was puzzled.

Then it came into his mind like a flash, he was looking at a person
from some other world!

Through mental pictures, sign language, and a few words of English,
Adamski found out the man was from Venus, he was friendly, and that
they (the Venusians) were worried about radiation from our atomic
bombs.

They talked. George pointed to his camera but the man from Venus
politely refused to be photographed. Adamski pleaded to go into the
"ship" to see how it operated but the Venusian refused this, too.

They talked some more--of spaceships and of solar systems--before
Adamski walked with his new found friend to the saucer and saw the
Venusian off into space.

At this point Adamski recalled how he had glanced up in the sky to
see the air full of military aircraft.

Needless to say, the rest of Adamski's party, who had supposedly
seen the "contact" from a mile away, were excited. They rushed up to
him and it was then that they noticed the footprints.

Plainly imprinted in the desert sand were curious markings made by
ridges on the soles of the Venusian's shoes.

At the urging of the crowd in the restaurant Adamski took an old
shoe box out from under the counter. One of his party, that day, had
just happened to have some plaster of paris and the shoe box
contained plaster casts of shoe prints with strange, hieroglyphic-
like symbols on the soles. No one in the restaurant asked how the
weight of a mere man could make such sharp imprints in the dry,
coarse desert sand.

Next he showed the sworn statements of the witnesses and the crowd
moved in around him for a better look.

As I left he was graciously filling people in on more details and
the cash register was merrily ringing up saucer picture sales.

I didn't write the trip off as a complete loss, the weather in
California was beautiful.

Adamski held the UFO spotlight for some time.

The Venusians paid him another visit, this time at the restaurant,
and he photographed their "ship." This, whether by Venusian fate or
design, increased the flow of traffic to the restaurant at the base
of Mt. Palomar.

It also had its side effects.

An astronomer from the observatory that houses the world famous 200-
inch telescope on top of Mt. Palomar told me: "I hate to admit it but
the number of week end visitors has picked u