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| Mt. Hood & Columbia River covered in fog |
Conditions
were perfect for Sasquatching this morning.
Clear skies meant they would not be hunkered down against the rain. No breeze, so they could not smell me. At sunrise, I drove to their
neighborhood.
Old forest
service and logging roads will get you there.
But it’s impossible to find on your own, unless you’ve been there
before. Lots of unsigned forks in the
road. About the only sign still standing
is right near where I park.
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| Click to enlarge any photo |
The sign, itself, is evidence of Sasquatch. It’s hard to tell from the photo, but there are a number of bullet holes in the sign. However, the grouping is TERRIBLE; the holes are all over the place. Of course, Sasquatch have a lot of trouble using the guns they grab after they scare off the local hunters. It's not for lack of intellect. Their fingers are too darn big.
You don’t
hear much about the stolen guns because the hunters are too embarrassed to tell
anyone. But, when you live up here, there are whispers. “Old Fred pissed his
pants as he dashed out the deer blind.
Left his .30.06.” The Sasquatch
shoot signs to frighten humans. But I’m
not that dumb. There are no – zero –
credible reports of Sasquatch shooting at humans. Elk, yes.
Humans, no.
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| Over the edge: Mt. Rainier and Mt. Adams |
First, I
look over the edge where I park. I see
nothing. Not even tracks or scat.
“Trail” is
an overly generous word for parts path I took.
Firewatchers used to walk it to the fire lookout cabin, located where I
took that top picture. Because people
cannot find the trailhead, they don't use the trail, and it disappears under brush in parts. Lack of people, however, makes it prime
Sasquatch watching area. When I started,
it was 39 degrees. Sasquatch are most
active in the mid-40s, so I was excited for the sun to rise higher and warm us all up,
a bit.
I moved
slowly from the first forest toward the opening. Forest edges are good places to see
them. But not this time.
I continued
on into the next forested area. About 40
yards in, I see Sasquatch fur obscuring the trail marker. See?
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| Sasquatch Fur on tree |
I tip-toed my way until I reached the lookout point, always spying for Sasquatch. Then, I made my way back with full vigilance.  |
| Mt. Adams |
Guess what? I did not see him / her / it.
Allyson
could not join me. She had to deal with important responsibilities.
Despite being crestfallen, I wanted to share the picture of the Sasquatch fur with
Allyson. So, I flipped through about 40
pictures of the mountains, trails, meadows, forests, and changing colors until
I finally showed her the fur. (She suspected it might be moss. I was too STUPID,
to collect a sample.)
Overall, though,
I just wanted to kick myself; I wasted a perfectly excellent Saturday
Sasquatching.
Allyson looked
at me sideways. She actually suggested I was a
“glass half-empty” guy. I have no idea
what she’s talking about.
