Bigfoots Love Clams!
Last week Chris and I spent some time at the Oregon Coast. I brought the laptop but for some reason I couldn’t download photos onto our blog, Bigfoot Ballyhoo. I was tired of fooling with it and so just decided to wait to download photos when we arrived home. I could then use my home computer. With the laptop, I could still, however, decide which comments to allow on the blog. I’m happy to say the fierce firestorm of troublesome comments is lessening. I will decide which comments will be allowed for all to read; this will be permanent.
I’m going to make an effort to put on the blog more information that children will enjoy. I did at one time have a bigfoot blog just for children, but I couldn’t provide enough new material to keep the children happy. If the readers realize children are reading this blog, it is my hope that they will not say anything offensive. But again, I will be watching for such comments and not allow them on the blog.
While on our trip, I handed out several bigfoot business cards and when appropriate asked people what their thoughts were on bigfoot. One person said she thought she might have seen one. I prompted her to continue with her story. She said at the time, she delivered packages for a living. She was on a delivery run miles into the mountains. She dropped off the package and was headed back to civilization when she passed a pickup parked alongside the road; standing beside the truck was a huge being. The driver appeared to be talking to it. She said he seemed to be saying something like, “You can see I don’t have room for you in the cab, but you can get in the back.” After driving on several miles, she decided to turn around and have another look. When she got back to the place where the man, truck and huge being were, she found that they had gone. She said many times during our conversation, “I don’t know ... It was strange.”
Along highway 101 are many good views of steep mountains, but the shoulder of the road is not wide enough to stop and take photos. I thought of bigfoot when the wooded scenes flashed by. And while on the beach I thought of bigfoot and his love of clams. Sit quietly early mornings and late afternoons and you may glimpse the hairy man of the mountains (if it were only so easy).
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