In addition to the above attractions, there were prize drawings, a "Lil Bigfoot" scavenger hunt, a display devoted to the late Datus Perry, and "The Yeti Yard", which was a beer garden featuring locally brewed Walking Man Beer. Walking about and posing for pictures was a guy in a huge bigfoot suit. In fact, this was the same style of bigfoot suit those clowns from Georgia tried to fool the world with last year. It didn't look much better in person...
I hung out at the festival for a while visiting with friends, but I soon grew anxious to get into the woods. I took advantage of my location and drove up Wind River Road to the general area of Skookum Meadows for a night of bigfooting.
As it turns out, Skookum Meadows has a bit of active logging going on, so I drove a few miles to the north. I eventually found a good campsite near a meadow just north of Squaw Butte. I set out my trail cameras, set up some thermal imagers to monitor camp all night, and hung out with my friend.
At one point in the night, I heard a repeated call from the southeast, but the valley I was camped in had such active acoustics that the reverberation made the faint sound unidentifiable. I suspect it was an owl, but I cannot be sure. My recorder did not pick up the sounds.
After turning in for the night, another repeated call was heard. I initially thought it was the wind howling through the trees, but I soon realized it was a vocalization of some animal coming from a great distance to the south. Upon reviewing that night's recording, the sound was not picked up by my microphone. Two strikes... I received no more metaphoric pitches that night.
The next day brought mushroom hunters upon our camp. They were looking for king bolete mushrooms, which they sell for profit. One man I spoke to said he had never seen a bigfoot, but once he saw a "psychedelic bear" down on Diamond Mountain outside of Bend, OR. He said it was yellow, blue, and other colors. Weird. He agreed, and assured me he was stone sober when he saw it that morning. Saying that was the weirdest thing he has ever seen, he wished me luck on my weird quest and dug for fungi near my feet.
While no bigfoot data was gathered on this trip, I had a great time. I heard some weird unidentifiable noises in the woods, hung out with good folks, and spent time in beautiful country.
This is bigfooting, after all. You don't get them all of the time, so make sure you go for other reasons than the big hairy guys.
On a side note, I thought I made a horrible blunder: forgetting to bring coffee on the trip. (For a teacher, there are few hardships worse than going without coffee!) Luckily I found a place in Stevenson, WA that serves my kind of java.