Gary has spent the last twelve years doing what he calls anthropological work on the Sasquatch and he’s had four sightings of his own, beginning in 1963 when he was twelve years old, watching a head surface again and again in the muddy spring current of the Columbia River.
In this conversation, Gary walks us through all four encounters: the crossing on the Columbia, a night sighting on the Mount Baker Highway, a seven-foot figure in eastern Oregon with a white streak of old scar tissue running down its back and the one he says was intentional, a ten-minute look at what he believes was a babysitter standing guard while the children stayed hidden behind him.
He also shares what he’s observed over years of returning to the same families in the Cascades: the young ones learning to move silently, wood knocks traded back and forth like a game, and a pack of cigarettes taken and set down again where no one driving by would see it.
Gary is direct about the fact that he isn’t an expert, and blunt about those who claim to be. “There are no experts,” he says, “because we’re just getting glimpses.”
