Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I live in the great state of Washington, more specifically the western side. I have hunted, fished, Hiked and camped a good amount of the Mountain Loop Highway and Darrington. All but one of my experiences have been on Mountain Loop.

The first began in October 2018. I was in my junior year of high school, a close friend and I decided that we would hike into Boardman Lake for the chance to catch brook trout on the fly. The hike itself was not at all hard, only about a Mile in. Nothing unusual happened on the way in. after a couple of hours enjoying the day, we figured it was time to head back as the wind was picking up and the mountain was getting cold.

I started to feel what I thought were little pebbles hitting me then bouncing off back into the brush. At first I shut it out, believing it was my friend just messing with me. But as we kept on pushing through the trail I grew tired of the nonsense, I colorfully told my friend to quit with the games and to focus on getting home. He then told me that even if he wanted to, there were no rocks to pick up and that I’m probably getting hit from some squirrel in the canopy above.

As time continued, so did the pebbles. At this point I was all out of patience and decided I would catch him in the act, I would time about 5-7 seconds in between each hit. My plan was to turn around and confront him, when I did so I was surprised to see him sprawled out on a slippery rock face, being ever so careful as to not sprain or injure himself. At that same moment another pebble hit me directly on the left side of my body.

After finding out that he was telling the truth I turned back around, kept my head down and started to repeat in my head “just get to the car and everything will be fine.”

Throughout the last half mile or so back to the trailhead I would be hit by 7 more pebbles. At the time I did not even think about investigating or looking at where the hidden culprit could be. I just wanted to go back home.

My next two experiences happened at the same forest road that connects the trailhead to the main Mountain Loop Highway, they were also a couple years apart. The forest road name is under Lake Evan trailhead. In June of 2020 during the pandemic, I decided to gather all of my friends to go on one big camping trip. The first night we spent was filled with beer and laughter, then more beer and more laughter after that. I wouldn’t say we were the loudest around but we certainly weren’t library quiet either. There was no wind that night, and the sky was the clearest I have ever seen when suddenly we heard the biggest tree coming down. It was equally the most scared and nervous I had been at the time.

The whole camp fell quiet as we were trying to figure out what the cause of the noise could have been. The rest of the night was quiet as we headed to bed. It wasn’t until the morning after, when we tried to go up to lake Evan when we saw the biggest tree stump placed perfectly in the middle of the road. I am not sure about the actual size, but it took 4 of us to move out of the way. To give some context I am 5’10” 285lbs at the time and I was pushing a 425lb deadlift and a 325lb squat in pretty good shape. The other three were what you would call “ country strong” as they grew up jumping on cows and messing with horses, all three were 6’1’’ to 6’3”. After moving the stump out of the way we all began to feel a sense that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go to the lake. We all ended the trip shortly there after.

Again in June of 2022 I took 3 close friends to fish lake Evan. We fished the early morning as to avoid the summer hikers and potential other fishermen. We were the first people up there that day. My friend Kaleb at this point knew the history I have with the area, so naturally he pointed out that if I ever felt uncomfortable at any time we could leave, and if it made me feel any better that he would be fishing beside me. Kaleb and I decided to fish the southern point of the lake while his two younger brothers would fish the northern end. While we made our way to the spot, we saw what looked an awful lot like a giant wet footprint in the moss and a giant rock. The toes and heel of the track were in moss while the arch of the track was on a rock, being a wet print it was outlined almost perfectly. I remember vividly running my fingers gently across where I assumed the toe depressions would be and counting all five toes. After seeing the track we were both apprehensive about continuing our plan. Hindsight is 20/20 if I could do it all over again I would have taken pictures but at the time, all we wanted to do was run back to the car.

Since then, I have not set foot back into that specific area. I like to think that whatever is out there has given me three chances as a warning. I would rather not push my luck. I have not stopped doing what I love when it comes to hunting and fishing, I simply find ways around it, whether it means I only hunt the scablands of Eastern Washington and only fish the lowland lakes within city limits. If I ever do camp now it is within a vehicle of some sort. I never enter the mountains without my firearm and when I go to the range, I always keep two spare mags fully loaded no matter what. You can never be too safe. When it comes to the matter of bigfoot, I am not quite sure what “it” could be.

I have also encountered what people call orbs of light at a place called Green Mountain. I have a friend I call my brother who has experienced a weird lanky shadow like creature/entity/ phenomenon In that neck of the woods. I would like to thank you if I haven’t already for taking the time to read this email. For the longest time I felt like I would have to live with the understanding that no matter who I tell, no one would ever understand the emotions that one feels in the moment when you realize that maybe the boogeymen and monster stories could have some real meanings.”