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Crater Lake in Oregon on Friday, Mt. St. Helens on Saturday. Wow!
I have posted pix of both on Facebook and hope you will check them out. Also I have added a new Lexi's House image and some NOT BIGFOOT photos that should be funny.
I know, I have a little bit of a Bigfoot obsession but bear with me. Truly, don't discount the possibility without the proper knowledge. I am super skeptical and believe in nothing. UFO's, alien abduction, faries, ESP, religion, all bullshit. But Bigfoot might be real. No definite proof yet but if you want to argue or tell me I am silly you must have an open mind and read Professor Grover Krant's book 'Bigfoot Sasquatch Evidence', or at least the chapters on the Patterson-Gimlin film and footprint cast evidence.
Anyway, you could also just check out the pix and drop me a line saying hi.
Alan
I finally got around to posting some of my favorite photographs in a larger format here on the blog. Hope you like them. I am heading back out to Northern California to continue my search for the elusive Bigfoot, onward to Washington, maybe Rushmore and Yellowstone, Devil's Tower and a southward drive home. Check out the pix and let me know what you think. Hopefully more will follow soon.
Read more...Yes, I had to get from San Francisco to New York City with Lexi to see the Little Mermaid as promised. Tiring week but today I have access to a normal computer with excellent Internet so maybe I can get some stuff posted. I just put up photos of my visit to New York City's Museum Of Modern Art. Hopefully I can get some other images on of the sights we saw over the weekend. Visit Facebook for more stuff.
Read more...Today I left Bigfoot to his devices and drove East to Lassen Volcanic National Park just to have a look around. Nice forests, lots of large trees, little undergrowth, craggy volcano looking over the whole park. But I ended the day driving to San Francisco to catch a plane to Houston, Texas tomorrow morning.
Planned long ago the old gang of me, Lexi and Deanna shall fly from San Francisco, Houston, TX, and Miami, FL to New York City. We shall see the sights over the weekend, paint the town red, the Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, the Museum of Modern Art (Picasso, Van Gogh, Warhol... I am in Heaven), and Saturday night we shall see the last evening performance of Disney's 'The Little Mermaid' on Broadway.
Looking forward to this weekend and I shall keep you posted! Thanks for reading.
I know, don't say it, I have heard it all.
I am officially a sceptic on almost everything. I make Doubting Thomas look faithful. UFO's are airplanes or window reflections, or clouds or lies. ESP and talking to dead relatives are crap.
Nontheless, there may be a large bipedal ape in the wild, undiscovered. Probably not, but possibly so. Without spending all night explaining my open mind please rad "Bigfoot Sasquatch" by Grover Krantz, a balanced and critical look at the best evidence. Not proof, evidence.
Anyway, I spent the last few days in the mountains of Northern Californis searching for the elusive Sasquatch. Ever elusive. Invisible. I did meet people who claim to have seen him, stayed in campgrounds where he has been seen.
In a region stretching from Eureka, CA to Willow Creek, north to Hapy Camp and westward to Crescent City, a huge number of sightings have occured. It's an area about 30-40 miles wide, a hundred high. Few roads cross the interior. I drove many of those roads hoping for a glimpse, at the same time maybe hoping not. Why?
Those woods are damn scary! Sasquatchy!
I'm not the scared type. But something weird is going on out there it seems. Maybe people are just scared. There are bear, mountain lions, pot farmers with itchy trigger fingers, drunk Indians (literally and seriously), and rural rednecks. But CO and central CA and Utah all have those things and seem to have more tourists.
I drove 25 miles into the Bluff Creek Road area, the heart of Bigfoot country, in the afternoon. and 25 miles back out. I passed 4 cars. The Klamath Riber is gorgeous, with rapids, fish, camping opportunities. I saw no rafters, kayakers. In three days and miles of river maybe 2-3 fishermen. Every few miles there is a National Forest Campground with a "host", a permanant RV camper. Virtually every campground is empty. Try to get a spot in Colorado late in the afternoon and you are out of luck.
Today before I left I took a final drive up Bluff Creek Road. As soon as I turned onto the road the trees grew thick, shadows long, it was darker. I passed no cars, None. Often the roadside was a drop of hundreds of feet, you look out at the treetops. It was six in the afternoon but darkness was coming up here. What if you saw Bigfoot? Speed by him? Stop for photos? Back up, on that perilous road?
After five miles I turned back and as soon as I entered the main road afternoon returned. I hear some of you snickering, giggling. I, a 45 year old man nervous on a road in the woods. Until you visit the area hold your opinion. I defy you to drive the lonely roads to Bluff Creek.
Anyway, it is creepy. I saw nothing. I shall return.
At the campground I walked away from the campfire, lay in the grass. Soon my vision adapted and more stars than I have ever seen appeared. Like a million diamonds on black velvet. The dozen you see in Houston were huge fireballs, others Houston shall never see appeared. A wispy cloud crossed the sky, the billions of stars of the Milky Way Galaxy, so numerous and far away they appear as a mist. Occasionally a meteor flamed across the black.
Here I had an experience I cannot explain. Remember I do not believe in aliens, flying saucers, lost time, alien abductions. Maybe they are all real, but I don't subscribe. I did not see any of the aove but as I lay in the grass one of the stars caught my attention as it moved across the sky. Faster perhaps than a jet but slow compred to a shooting star. Steady, deliberate, the star moved inches across my field of view. It was too fast to be a plane it seemed, so it must have been a satellite. On dark nights they reflect the sun and are visbile. They move fast, faster than a juet of course.
But then the light turned about 45 degrees.
No arc, no slow curve like a plane, no decrease in speed. Just a steady, quick left, left, left, trun 45 degrees with no slowing sudden turn. A second later it vanished.
Weird. Sceptic in me says it was an optical illusion, maybe two faint lights, satellites?, happening by at the same time. Eyes lost one, picked up the other. Some sort of wierdness in my human eye. Surely so, but still wierd.
I would rather have seen Bigfoot!
In tha last week we have traveled across California through Death Valley, Yosimite, and onward to San Francisco. The city lived up to it's reputation and we did many of the requsite tourist things as you can see in the pictures on Facebook, but the most fun we had was just driving around the city. Unique architecture, diverse neighborhoods, a million restaurants and odd shops, and the people seem very nice, polite even. SSeveral days driving in a confusing city and no people cutting me off or flipping the finger. Nice.
One highlight for Deanna was at the Coit Tower, what she claimed was the "World's Most Advanced Toilet". Well now, that I have to try. The man in front of me entered, the door autonaticall and sllloooooowwwwly creeped to close. He sure seemed to make the most of ot because he took a full five minutes. Water ran, stopped, ran again. The sound of air rushing was followed by more water. Paper was dispensed, water ran. Finally the door creeped open and he departed. I entered. I pressed the start button. Right, I said the start button. Nothing. Press again. Nothing. The man returns to tell me I have to exit and allow the toilet to go through it's "cleaning cycle". What? I exit, door creeps closed, cycle seems to totally repeat and then the door opens allowing me in. Finally, I am in the World's Most Advanced Toilet.
I pee. That took 15 seconds. Then I waot 3-4 minutes and all sorts of water runs and air blows, toilet flushes, on and on. From the wall behind me water gushes out and through cracks, under my shoes, just under. Longer pants would make this the world's most likely to PISS YOU OFF toilet. Finally the door creeps open to alloow my escape. I probalby already have to pee again!
Deanna, your turn. Right after the cleaning cycle.
Ridiculous.
And then the girls went home, flying home from San Francisco. Leaving the airport I will confess the car was silent, heavy, sad. It sucked. Funny, Deanna called me a couple of days later and said that once she was home she didn't know what to do with the lack of activity, nothing planned to do.
Of course it is a mixed blessing. No conversation ll day. No arguments. No dining companions, I buy dinner for one rahter than three. The budget has breathed a HUGE sigh of relief.
Now, it's off to Willow Creek and Bigfoot Country.
Have you traveled? Have you ever had to go, really go? You know what I mean... to the bathroom? When it was impossible.
Sometimes the best travel tales are the only funny or interesting in retrospect. They are foten horrible at the moment. Yesterday I had such a moment. We had arose later than normal and had a large lunch. Rather than a leisurely morning to allow things to sort themselves out we set out on the road, myself at the wheel. I should point out that at the moment we find ourselves in Santa Cruz, Ca.
In Texas it seems that every exit on the freeway has half a dozen restaurants, gas stations, restrooms. Here on the coast highway from Santa Cruz to San Francisco the exits seem mostly devoid of business activity. There lies the problem in this tale and that drive yesterday.
Several miles out of town I imeediately felt that rumble in the gut that says stopping is imminent. Scanning the horizon I watched an exit slip by that actully had some semblence of the possibily of a restroom. Knowing from a previous drive the day before that the next exit was quite distant my stomach immediately tightened into a knot.
Miles ticked by and the torment increased until finally in the distanc ehter appeared an exit from the freeway. My stomach forced my eyes to scan the exit, the bushes, the side of the road for possible lacations to find relief. Nothing seemed possible, all offices, homes, open spaces. I whipped the Scion into a side street and up a hill and with drooping hope and twisted bowels realized it was only homes. The road curled upward qucick, each new curve revealing a new home.
How badly has your own body tormented you before? I had no choice but to make the most of a bad situation. This involved grabbing a roll of the only apper available, paper towel, hopping from the Scion with instructiions to Lexi to just drove, and scaling a steep hillside in search of a private moment.
My eyes crested the peak of the hill to reveal the inevitable home. Damn it. I DO NOT CARE. I crossed the drive to the seemingly empty home and slid down a brushy hillside into the closest thing that looked like privacy. Crouching in the scratchy brush with thoughts of poison ivy, snakes, spiders, coastal hillbillies, I did what I had to do! I did.
Of course a car on the private hill would cause a woman to emerge from a nearby home to look aorund, She bore a creepy resemblence to Kathy Bates in the movie 'Misery'. The Scion crept along the rim of the hill slowly, attracting even more attentiion.
Enough of all that. I skulked to the vehicle and slipped into the driver's seat and made my way out of the neighborhood. The woman in the yard avoided all eye contact. Of course the girls thoroughoy enjoyed my moment of weakness and loss of control.
I wonder if one of the homeowners eventually went to the brushy hillside to see what that man was up to. Keep in mind the back of the Scion has 'Alan Around The World.com' on the window.
No angry messages yet!
Hi folks.
First I have to apologize for being out of touch so much. Let me explain. Logistically the blog is hard to update on the road with a small computer and iffy Internet connections. Picture resizing is almost traumatic for me. Also, we spent over a week in Las Vegas and Interent access was 15 dollars a day and the day was long and tiring. Two days past that the hotels had no accesss. Tonight I do.
Anyway, I believe that from now on I shall try and use the blog to update the details of travel and catch all my friends up to where we are. And images shall be posted on Facebook where it is easy and painless.
Thanks,
Alan
P.S. I just posted some more Las Vegas images tonight and much more stuff to come.
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