It's just this: whatever is out there doesn't look like a headlight. The light is too large to be from headlight in the far distance. A headlight close enough to appear that large would be brighter. And it doesn't move.
Perhaps there are influences that amplify or distort headlights to create what we see as the Paulding light. Maybe electromagnetism from the powerlines or some other factor (ecto-plasmic mists?) alters light in a way that makes its source appear nearer than it is. Or, possibly, the viewing site is aligned with the open spot on the highway in such a unique way that lights of cars approaching or leaving it appear to hover in place for a period of time. If the last of these is the case, then the light is still a wonder of sorts, albeit a human-made rather than a supernatural one.
The longer I spent at the viewing site, the less wonder-ful the experience became. Cars came and went continuously, their lights scouring the woods and, sometimes, the viewers' eyes. Music from car radios and the crunch of tires on gravel contrasted unpleasantly with the quiet of the river I had come from. I had seen what I came to see, so a little before midnight, I went back to my car and began the twenty-odd mile drive back to Kenton. As I cruised north on US 45, it was pleasant to think that my own receding tail lights were adding a touch of mystery to someone else's vacation.
Tags: Michigan; Michigan Oddities; Upper Peninsula; Paranormal
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