Her Name Is Rachel
Perhaps The Most Fascinating Place On Earth
There’s something primal that pulls me toward Rachel, Nevada — that raw, open-boned silence of the desert stitched with mystery and menace. It’s not just the alien folklore or the barbed-wire mythos of Area 51. It’s the isolation, the tension between sky and dust, the feeling that something ancient or forbidden is just out of reach. Rachel isn’t just a place; it’s a threshold — between what we know and what we fear we might discover. And I keep getting drawn back, like something out there still has its hands on my story, whispering in frequencies I haven’t fully decoded yet.
