I was driving home from Montclair yesterday, along I-80, and right as I was on the exit loop I just happened to look over into the field and I noticed a strange looking hole.  I pulled over just up the crossing in a parking lot, and went to go check this thing out.  I was feeling down that morning, but it amplified while I was getting close, probably a coincidence. My curiosity was pulling me towards this thing like a magnet, I fixed my eyes on it while I was crossing the exit jumping over the guardrail, I was totally captivated. This hole, about 3 1/2′ in diameter looked like a pore. The perfectly mounded rim, free of any dig marks, bumpy yet smooth, no grass growing a foot all around it, animal-like, anatomically formed, beautiful hole in the middle of a field. After gazing upon this marvel, I bent over and looked inside, there was a draft coming up,  I couldn’t see the bottom. I dropped a rock into it, no sound. An hour had passed already and the sun was starting to go down, so I walked back to my car and drove home for the evening. All the way home and all that night I was totally obsessed with this thing.

This morning all I could think of was going back to it. I had to spend more time with it, maybe take a blanket to be more comfortable. I stopped at the hardware store and bought a roll of string and a flashing LED blinker – the kind you use for riding a bike at night. From there I drove straight to the hole, it looked like it had actually moved about 15 feet over. I didn’t think too much about it, maybe I just didn’t notice the first time. I put the blanket down and got out my string and blinker. I tied it to the end of the string, and put a surveyor stick (with the plastic ribbon) through the roll of the string and started to let it down.  About half way down it felt like the the blinker started to become heavier, I reeled it up and tried it again, something was defiantly strange about this, I couldn’t explain it. I tried to reason it out;  it couldn’t be gravity, maybe some kind of suction, but with the draft coming out of the hole, that didn’t seem too likely. At the end of the  500 ft of string, It started to feel like this little plastic light had turned into a brick, I could pluck the string like an instrument, I couldn’t see the LED flashing anymore either. The sun was starting to go down, I decided to call it a day. I left my contraption where it was to see if anything would happen to it.  I’ll go back and check on it tomorrow.