I was backpacking up Arivapa Canyon in a remote area in October of 2002. I took my wife's inexpensive Kodak camera with me and took many pics along the way. The first night I slept underneath ancient Indian ruins on a cliff. The next day I continued up a side canyon. That day I had a very uneasy feeling that I was being watched that would not leave me. Later that day I saw the craft popping in and out over the canyon. It was truly amazing looking and silent. I couldn't get the camera up and ready fast enough to take a pic of the craft. I was really scared by its appearance and stayed up all night. The photo above was taken that day, though I didn't see the craft when I took this picture. When I got home to California I developed the film and there it was.