Rivers and lakes and mountains and coffee: life in the great Pacific Northwest is like no other. I have lived here all but three years of my life, and I would not trade it for anywhere else in the world…

Yes, the politics suck here. And while I am taxed and squeezed out of my money for pie-in-the-sky ideas that never work by children (liberals and socialists) in my state, I try not to let it get in the way of living my life. And until it does and the crap hits the fan for those people, I will be enjoying the Good Lord’s creation in my little part of the globe.

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I love every season. Summer, with its inviting warmth, begs us to come outside and explore. Spring brings forth life, both beautiful and refreshing. Winter, with its quietness and solitude. But autumn is the perfect season; at least it is for me…

It is late August, and I can already see the tint of autumn in the trees. I reach for my laptop and search the Fall Foliage Map in my area. As a hobby photographer, it’s the perfect tool for planning great outings for this shutterbug.

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We called it Summer’s End, but that wasn’t the real name of the place we loved to camp when I was young. It was a beautiful, magical place for us. My family and I would camp there every year, at least we did until Bigfoot happened.

I never thought for a second I would ever see such a thing, experience such a moment, not for a thousand years… but I did; well, we did.

Here is my story.

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Here I was, trying to hide from the world when something mysterious, and even a bit wondrous, but scary, entered it. I never expected my life to include tragedy, redemption, and a legend come to life.

At the time, tragedy was my middle name. I sought refuge in the middle of nowhere, but I never knew what was lurking there; I never would have guessed it in a million years.

Here is my story…

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I was young; I had just turned thirteen when I realized what lurked in the woods just beyond my backyard. I was scared at first, but unlike some, my experience turned out differently.

Life in the Pacific Northwest back then came with legends and tales, and wouldn’t you know it, they are real! I would know; I have heard them, experienced them, and seen them too, and I was not alone!

Here is my story…

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