Saturday, June 18, 2011
The readers of our online bigfoot magazine, Bigfoot Ballyhoo, have already heard about our road trip to the Oregon Caves. But I’ll repeat it here for the readers of the paper. (Bigfoot Ballyhoo’s web address is http://www.bigfootballyhoo.blogspot.com/)
I’ve always wanted to go to the Caves, but just never had the opportunity. So, when all looked good for a short trip, I jumped on it, so to speak. The reason I was drawn to the Caves is, in 2000 a Dr. Matthew Johnson spotted a bigfoot watching his family. He and his family were hiking the Big Tree Trail above the Caves when it happened. The animal was below the family off the trail. Rather than risk encountering the bigfoot by turning around and going back down the trail the family completed the one and a half hour hike. Dr. Johnson never saw the animal again.
Shaken at the thought of his family in such danger, he reported the sighting to the office at the Caves. He broke down crying as he retold the incident. Johnson did not believe in bigfoot before this encounter. You can read more about the man and what he did by searching the Internet. (Again, this is why we forest users should be told about this animal. Bigfoot evidently is an animal, and could attack as animals will at certain times and conditions. Isn’t it our right to know?)
Now back to my visit to the Caves. I watched. I looked. I searched. I did not see a bigfoot. I should say that “we” searched. I was with my son and our Children’s Editor of Bigfoot Ballyhoo, a made up bigfoot, Ms. Kathy. The sign at the beginning of the trail said it would take from one and a half hours to two and a half hours to complete. We were tired and so decided to walk one half hour in.
One half hour slipped by in no time and the trail was so other-worldly and beautiful (something fantastic to see around every bend) we agreed to continue on until we could see the big tree, anyway. To make a long story short, and it is long, it took us four and a half hours to make the loop. We ran into snow covering the trail. I once fell through a snow bridge over a creek and had to be rescued by my son. (I consider him a true hero.) One point I would like to make is that we saw no signs indicating that this trail was closed. And we did not know to check in with the office before hiking the trail.
We did get a sighting sent into Ballyhoo, last week. It was 1999 and west of Glendale, Oregon. A bigfoot walked into camp late at night, snatched the grill off the barbeque and walked off. I’m out of space, but you can read about it on Bigfoot Ballyhoo. Until next week, Linda Newton-Perry