Oh, and I just remembered what another brother (I had four) told me. He lived about 70 miles from me in a community not too far from Portland, Oregon that is also wooded and hilly.

He said that one time he was glassing the hillside several miles away from his house when he saw a dome-shaped craft settle down on legs (he didn't see its approach and he was too far away to hear anything) on the hillside. He said he stared at it but never saw anything leave the craft and then suddenly it simply was no longer there.