The sun rose as the hangover started to kick in, and I knew coffee and biscuits and gravy were waiting for me at the bar. I was pretty sure I hadn’t been probed, but I do remember a bright light in the sky, and I don’t remember falling asleep. I threw back some breakfast and wrapped my camping gear up into one of my saddlebags. Alien Run is one of the best events we do all year. It is small, tight-knit, isolated, free, perfectly weird, and totally welcoming. You may be probed or abducted and left with a chip in your brain that forces you to come back every year, but it’s worth it.