"On January 27th, 1948, a Dakota C47 aircraft from the US Air Force took off from the Istres base, the aircraft encountered extremely adverse weather conditions that prompted the pilot to turn back, however, the winds were so strong that the plane deviated from its trajectory and brutally crashed into the Cheval Blanc mountain in the Alpes de Haute-Provence. Two days later, an SB-17G joined the scene with six crew members on board, including three journalists, but when approaching the ridge, the four-engine's nose struck the ground violently and the aircraft disintegrated…" "A message sent by the Earth in the early days of radio, in 1934, was supposedly received in 1949, 15 years later by the inhabitants of the planet UMMO. The Ummites, great explorers of the Milky Way, decided after several months of observation to send an expeditionary body to earth with a few individuals whose spacecraft landed, for the first time, March 28th, 1950 at 4:17 GMT near the summit of the Cheval Blanc at over 2323 meters above sea level, in the Alpes de Haute-Provence ..." "The summit of the Cheval Blanc mountain between the towns of Prads-Haute-Bléone and Thorame-Basse in the Alpes de Haute-Provence will soon be equipped with one of the most powerful astronomical observatories open to the public. This observatory is currently under construction. It will be automatically remote controlled via the Internet. Positioned at 2323 meters above sea level, the observatory will allow Internet users from all over the world to benefit from the environmental conditions that give this region and this site, in particular, an exceptional sky ..."
I spent part of my childhood at the foot of the Cheval Blanc mountain in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence department of southeastern France. While hiking, it wasn’t uncommon to find debris from two planes of US Air Force that had crashed here in 1948. A Douglas Dakota C-47 and a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress. On summer evenings, we would play on a large boulder in the middle of a field. In the valley, it was known as the « extraterrestrial rock ». Much later, while doing research online, I stumbled across an article by Spanish ufologist claiming that the Cheval Blanc mountain was chosen by an alien civilisation, called the « Ummites » to be their terrestrial base.
One day, I went walking near the summit of the Cheval Blanc, where a circular structure over 4 meters high has been used as an astronomical observatory since the early 2000s. Inside, I didn’t find any measuring instruments or a telescope, but I did find an aluminum rod firmly planted in the ground. What really lay under my feet? My investigation began, guiding me through the valley’s trails, villages, forests, and stories. Two years later, I have discovered a territory that’s very different than the one I thought I knew. I met unique individuals and experienced the passing of time. I learned that the mountains are governed by specific rules. I accepted the questions without answers. The truth may lie elsewhere, but I’ll keep searching for it.
I spent part of my childhood at the foot of the Cheval Blanc mountain in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence department of southeastern France. While hiking, it wasn’t uncommon to find debris from two planes of US Air Force that had crashed here in 1948. A Douglas Dakota C-47 and a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress. On summer evenings, we would play on a large boulder in the middle of a field. In the valley, it was known as the « extraterrestrial rock ». Much later, while doing research online, I stumbled across an article by Spanish ufologist claiming that the Cheval Blanc mountain was chosen by an alien civilisation, called the « Ummites » to be their terrestrial base.
One day, I went walking near the summit of the Cheval Blanc, where a circular structure over 4 meters high has been used as an astronomical observatory since the early 2000s. Inside, I didn’t find any measuring instruments or a telescope, but I did find an aluminum rod firmly planted in the ground. What really lay under my feet? My investigation began, guiding me through the valley’s trails, villages, forests, and stories. Two years later, I have discovered a territory that’s very different than the one I thought I knew. I met unique individuals and experienced the passing of time. I learned that the mountains are governed by specific rules. I accepted the questions without answers. The truth may lie elsewhere, but I’ll keep searching for it.