They talked some more—of spaceships and of solar systems—before
Adamski walked with his new found friend to the saucer and saw the
Venusian off into space.
At this point Adamski recalled how he had glanced up in the sky to see the air full of military aircraft.
Needless to say, the rest of Adamski's party, who had supposedly seen the "contact" from a mile away, were excited. They rushed up to him and it was then that they noticed the footprints.
Plainly imprinted in the desert sand were curious markings made by ridges on the soles of the Venusian's shoes.
At the urging of the crowd in the restaurant Adamski took an old shoe box out from under the counter. One of his party, that day, had just happened to have some plaster of paris and the shoe box contained plaster casts of shoe prints with strange, hieroglyphic- like symbols on the soles. No one in the restaurant asked how the weight of a mere man could make such sharp imprints in the dry, coarse desert sand.
Next he showed the sworn statements of the witnesses and the crowd moved in around him for a better look.
As I left he was graciously filling people in on more details and the cash register was merrily ringing up saucer picture sales.
I didn't write the trip off as a complete loss, the weather in
California was beautiful.
Adamski held the UFO spotlight for some time.
The Venusians paid him another visit, this time at the restaurant, and he photographed their "ship." This, whether by Venusian fate or design, increased the flow of traffic to the restaurant at the base of Mt. Palomar.