Kerri had to head up to San Fran for school and she graciously gave me the use of her Blazer while she was away. Thoughts of poking around in the stomping grounds of rumored semi-local squatchs seemed to make total sense. After getting the lowdown on some secret directions from bigfoot guru Cliff Barrackman, I wasted no time in packing the gear, the dog and picking up my co-pilot, Mr Scull in nearby Culver City. We cleared LA by three o'clock and finally entered the Sequoias right as the sun was starting to set. Here's some visual documentation of my first fun-filled, sasquatch snooping trip into a BF hospitable habitat, not four hours to our Long Beach home base.......
This is the sign on the creepy, sneaky road into the unused section of the forest.
This old house is not going to be inhabited any time soon.
This is a town. Actually it's half of a town. There is also a bar a little ways down the road.
Suprise! There were bulls everywhere. They occasionally tried to charge the car. They also sound pretty squatchy at night when they are standing behind your tent going, "mmerrrrrr" under their breath. My advice is to check before exiting the tent.
The giant trees are too cool. Notice that Patsy is driving.
Welcome to Jurassic Park...
... now leave. Mr Scull gives the thumbs up... or something like that.
View through the sunroof. Sequoias wil make you feel pretty small.
I saw these rocks and said, "If I was an animal, I'd hang out over there"...
We stopped to check them out, but I didn't get three steps from the car when I found...
...this! What the...?
Needless to say, I was pretty stoked. There were a few others, including one or two I might have stepped in, but this was the clearest one.
These are called the "Indian Bathtubs". They are usually under water and you can relax in them as the stream flows around you.
Another view of the tubs...
The most awesome swimming hole up to that point.
Patsy was a team player. She was grumbling after we made her hang next to the trees while we swam. Give that dog a cookie.
It's an endless view of a vast, vast world.
Welcome to Creepy Camp. This was the second night. Probably five miles from the nearest people. We managed to get the Blazer parked about an eigth of a mile from this spot and hiked the gear in.
View looking down into the Flats from Creepy Camp. About another mile down the path is an abandoned campground. We're planning on hitting it next time.
Looking up towards the Sequoia Forest from Creepy Camp. We did a few wood knocks on the overhanging limb, but got no response. The next morning, Mr Scull told me that he "heard stuff running back and forth across the trail all night." Thanks for telling me!
Down a game trail from Creepy Camp, we found a football field-sized rock formation, perfectly hidden between two almost inaccessable ridge lines.
It had a maze of streams and secret nooks and crannies. Patsy explores and begins her T.O.L. (time off-leash)
There was an orange salammander in here. I'd wager there are a few elves as well.
This was the top of a giant rock waterslide. It was a good conference spot. Mr Scull pontificates.
The bottom of the rock slide had a wedge of jungle squeezed between the cliff walls. I'm thinking this is a night time hot spot. Probably a great spot for a trail cam or two. Wildlife abounds!
On the last day we were determined to go swimming before we left...
...and we found this spot. Successor to the title of "Most Awesome Swimmig Hole Ever."
It was seriously as clear and cold as it looks. No joke. Thats melted snow buddy...
After an entire weekend of no action, I finally caught a Sasquatch on film!
Pine Nuggets!
Country fun!
Red sky at night...
Bigfoot's delight!
I'll be headed back there soon, thats for sure. Special thanks Cliff and Kerri for making it possible.
