I received an email recently from a vsitor to my site regarding her encounter with a Bigfoot. I have included the full text below.
In 1974 I was backpacking in the Desolation Wilderness area in California with a group of 8 hikers, I was almost 17.
The day before we arrived at the lake and almost at the end of our week long hike, I had fallen down a steep embankment and injured myself pretty badly. I had mostly large scrapes with skin missing from my elbows, shins, knees and hands. A large contusion on my forehead and generally lots of swelling everywhere. Felt like I had been hit by a truck. So, early the next morning I went down to Loon lake to bathe because I thought the cold water might help the swelling. I felt uneasy and had the sensation that I was being watched. There was an absence of noise in my general vicinity. NO birds, no nothing…
I stripped down to my underwear, naked, and proceeded to wade into the freezing water. I couldn’t help but scream and yell at the top of my lungs because of the cold water and my pain. I was in about 4 feet of water and I held my breath and went under, when I emerged I let out a huge scream. I was generally swearing loudly and splashing about like an idiot. Oblivious really to all the noise I was making. There was a large semi submerged boulder that I left my dry clothing on and as I was wading out of the lake I froze dead in my tracks, still not completely out of the water. In front of me and slightly to my right, about 50 to 100 feet away from me, standing partially obscured behind a tree was a huge hairy creature. A male, it had a large stone in it’s right hand and it banged the stone against the tree(twice) and grimaced and I could see it’s teeth. It stood at least 8 feet tall, hairy all over except for it’s face. Covered with reddish brown hair with amber colored eyes and a deep crease or scar on it’s right cheek. The skin on it’s face had a slightly red tint to it. It had no neck and a sloping forehead.
We stared at each other for what seemed like hours but in reality it was probably only like 3 minutes. My mind was racing, I was terrified. I grabbed my clothes and ran screaming back to camp, worried that it was right behind me and it was. I was screaming and leaping over rocks in my bare feet and on my way back encountered my dad who heard my screams and came running. I was in a flat out panic. My father was a big man himself, 6’6″ and weighed about 400 lbs. I knew by the look on his face that he saw something behind me because he turned so quick and I have never seen him run faster than that ever. Even though I had a head start on him, he quickly caught up with me and grabbed my right arm and shouted …”Faster!” Which only made my panic worse.
When we got back to camp, we all hurriedly packed and quickly left the area. We found another campsite further down the trail towards a dirt road and we were kept awake that night by the eery sound of a baby crying. On the hike out, me and another hiker were continually pelted with stones from the left side of the trail causing us to quicken our pace. I have never been back.
My father died 20 years ago. I think he knew that It bothered me that he never acknowledged what we saw. A few days before he died, we were talking and he said “I’m sorry…..it was right there, I Just couldn’t accept what I was seeing,…I still have a hard time…..Jan…I’m sorry…..don’t go hiking alone, okay?” I nodded. That was the only time he ever spoke about it. I remain equally horrified and fascinated by the event to this day and sometimes…I dream about it.