In 1999 I was driving back from Blythe, California and it was about 10PM I slowed my semi down going through the mountains when I came to a pull out, and I got out to relieve myself.
While I was standing on the passenger side of my truck, that’s when I heard a sound of rocks falling. When I looked up, I saw something that I can’t describe in words. It ran 20 yards in front of my truck heading east; I jumped back in my truck and drove off.
I’ve never told anybody about this not even my wife, because I thought people would think I am crazy. I have never drove that highway again at night. What I saw was about 7 or 8 feet tall, it was grayish brown, and what scared me the most was the grunt it made when it crossed the highway.
Also Noticed: Just the grunt it made as it crossed to the other side of the highway.
