Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Friday Evening: Setting Up Camp – Our long weekend in Nordegg, Alberta, during August of 2024 began with the usual excitement and anticipation. This year, Warren and I decided to travel lighter, bringing only one hybrid trailer, which we would share with our friends Brigitte and John Devine. We arrived on Friday evening and quickly set up camp, the four of us falling into our well-practiced routines. The Devines would be on one side of the trailer, and Warren and I on the other.

The Brig and I set up the beds inside the trailer, ensuring everything was comfortable and cozy for the night ahead. Meanwhile, the men worked on setting up the exterior—erecting the pop-up gazebo, attaching netting to the awning to keep the bugs out, and arranging the table, chairs, and cooking area. We were nearly finished when a peculiar sound interrupted us: a pebble seemed to hit the truck parked next to the trailer. Investigating the noise, we found a small pinecone lying next to the truck, unsure if it was the culprit.

Being this isnt our first rodeo, we cleaned the area of debris, slightly on edge but attributing the incident to natural causes. After all, Nordegg was known for its Sasquatch sightings, and we didn’t want our imaginations to run wild. However, five more times that evening, we heard the unmistakable sound of a pinecone hitting the truck. Each time, we would find a pinecone lying beside the vehicle. While it made us jumpy, it also excited us; this was the interaction we had hoped for.

Saturday: Exploration and Discovery

The next morning, we woke up with renewed energy and enthusiasm. Over breakfast, the boys reviewed the hike they had plotted on Google Maps the night before. Our plan was to venture into the vast wilderness adjacent to our campsite, hiking to a high elevation point and then following a seismic line for a few kilometers to form a loop around the area.

The hike was everything we had hoped for. The trail was challenging but rewarding, offering stunning views and a deep sense of immersion in nature. Along the way, we discovered several structures and a fresh track—clear evidence that something large had passed through recently. This discovery thrilled us, reinforcing the idea that Sasquatch might be near.

Throughout the hike, we had an uncanny feeling of being watched. Occasionally, when we stopped to rest or admire the scenery, we heard something following us. It would make a misstep, and we would catch a faint sound in the underbrush. Though we couldn’t confirm what it was, the sensation of being flanked and stalked added to the day’s excitement.

Saturday Evening: Anticipation Builds

Back at camp, we unwound from the hike, discussing our findings and the eerie feeling of being followed. As dusk fell, we heard a tree knock followed by a whoop. Our excitement reached new heights. The men quickly set up all our monitoring equipment—motion sensors, parabolic systems, cameras, and recorders. We were ready for a night of potential interactions.

By midnight, we headed to the camper, hopeful that our equipment would capture something. The night was surprisingly quiet, and around 4:00 a.m., I asked Warren to turn off the equipment, feeling that if something were to happen, it would have occurred by now. He suggested waiting until 5:00 a.m., to which I agreed before falling into a deep sleep.

Sunday Morning: The Encounter

At 6:05 a.m., I was abruptly woken by a loud crack—a tree knock. This was followed by three more knocks, then a whistle, and finally a whoop. The forest erupted with activity: squirrels chattered and screamed, and each time their noise intensified, it was followed by a thud on a tree. Rocks, sticks, and pinecones were tossed around, creating a symphony of sounds.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of the trailer to wake Brigitte and John. The commotion continued, an unprecedented length of activity for us. Realizing the significance of this event, I turned on my phone and started a Facebook live stream, sharing the experience with friends. We captured the sounds of whoops, rock clacking, tree knocks, mouth popping, and even mimicking of birds. This encounter lasted for over four and a half hours.

By 9:30 a.m., we stepped outside, and the activity moved deeper into the bush. We made breakfast, drank our coffee, and planned the day. The boys decided to hike into the woods to investigate, while Brigitte and I walked the decommissioned roads.

Sunday Afternoon: Continued Activity

As Brigitte and I walked, we continued to hear knocks and rock clacking, and movement in the bush. Overheated by the sun, we decided to head back to camp. Meanwhile, in the woods, Warren and John discovered strange scat and footprints. Warren spotted a large black mass running up a hill on two legs, moving far too fast to be a bear. They took photos and returned to share their findings.

The forest remained active with occasional knocks and rock clacking. Around 5:00 p.m., it started to rain, and we prepared for another night of potential activity. Despite the rain, we set up our equipment, hopeful but realistic about our chances. Later that evening just after supper, we headed to the trailer to listen to the audio of our early morning encounter. We had our audio connected to an external amplifier so we could hear all of the background noise crystal clear. To our surprise our encounter didn’t start at 6:05 am. Starting around 3 pm, a small pebble would hit the trailer, then about every half our another one would be tossed. As the night continued the rock tossing and noise gradually ramped up until 6:05, when we were woken by the extremely loud tree knock.

Sunday Night: A Shocking Encounter

At 3:00 a.m., we were all jolted awake as our trailer was shaken violently. As quickly as it started, it stopped. Shortly after, Brigitte heard something rummaging through our bags of cans. The rest of the night was quiet, and in the morning, we packed up camp. The heavy rain had washed away any tracks.

Oh i forgot to mention, in the evening after sundays encounter Brigitte and I had found a tree stump with a smooth white rock directly behind our trailer. We replaced the rock with an apple and an orange. On our last day, we checked the stump—the apple was gone, and the orange remained, a small but intriguing mystery.

I hope I detailed our encounter thoroughly enough to understand.”