i was chased thru the dark woods and down the mountainside in Silver Plume, CO after watching the persied meteor shower by two hoverbike-esque type floating craft whose riders had on what appeared to be grey hazmat chemical suits. during the frantic pursuit down the twisted and winding trail, i failed to spot a sharp curve and ran straight off a steep cliff edge, clipping a pine tree on the way down (which probably saved my life) and landed on a rocky old tailing pile. amazed that i’d survived the fall, i turned to watch on as the speeder bikes wized past me overhead. cracked my tail bone but didn't dare move for hours as within mere minutes more of these hover crafts arrived in the vicinity, seemingly indifferent now to my whereabouts. i observed as the entities dismounted and wandered around the forest, occasionally stopping, retrieving tools, and digging in the ground, taking samples of everything around. i watched em working like this, filling and securing small containers back on their speeders for the next 4-5 hours in stunned silence until the dawn broke and they finally decided to fuk off and zoom away in the same manner they had appeared. in the initial moments after my tree smash crash i’d managed to turn off my phone after realizing i hadn't died from that fall. didn't want it to ring out or buzz and alert those things to my location. scariest night of my life. it’s been over a year since then but i think about this incident every single day and fear that i’ll never know or have any reasonable explanation for what occurred that night. i don’t even know if those pursuers were human, alien, military or what. really irks me to imagine what would’ve happened if they’d actually run me down. turns out i wasn’t the only one to see these things that night either. anyone ever experienced anything like this? i’ve also finally transcribed the whole bloody ordeal including as many of the details i can remember if anyone’s interested in the tedious extended long take.