Diary Entry-Onward to where it all began!

It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling as I close in on Bluff Creek. That iconic grainy footage of Sasquatch everyone is familiar with originated at this very spot. The footage captured on that fateful day in 1967 has been viewed countless times. No one has ever been able to say definitively it it is real or not.

I almost feel like I am being pulled in by the gravity of this magical spot. The pull has gotten stronger with every mile and after 300 miles, I am nearly there.

Thanks to my stop in Willow Creek, I’ve got clear direction to the exact spot where the Paterson-Gimlin incident went down. I’m also packing some serious hardware for this stop on the road trip.

The NorCal Squatchers hooked me up with a Sasquatch caller, a thermal imaging attachment for my phone, night vision goggles, a small drone, and a motion detecting camera. If this equipment can’t help me find a squatch live and in the flesh, I don’t know what will. But, in the back of my mind is something Jimmy told me awhile back.

If Sasquatch doesn’t want you to find him (or her), you won’t find him. The tech I borrowed from the NorCal Squatchers might help. But, it doesn’t guarantee anything.

With the gear I have at my disposal, I can easily spend a couple days/nights around Bluff Creek. I can’t imagine we won’t uncover something. Even if we do come up empty-handed, we still get to spend some quality  time in an amazing, largely untamed wilderness.

But, I have a feeling we will see something. I swear I can feel it. It’s like a tingling sensation on the back of my neck. It’s strange.

I felt this vague sensation when I saw the footprint back at Huddart Park. I felt it when I heard the knocking at Fort Ross. My neck also tingled when we found the scat back at Laytonville. But, I felt it most strongly when we discovered the cocoon and the jawbone at Blue Lake.

I may not have the ‘buzz’ that Jess and Mom have. But, maybe I have something else? Is this weird ‘tingle’ some kind of warning system for when I get close to a squatch?

It’s a crazy idea. But, I can’t deny I have felt this tingle more strongly these past few miles as we get closer to Bluff Creek. Sherman must be feeling it too as he’s been whining a bit more than usual.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something squatchy this way comes! What I’m feeling as we reach the possible climax of this road trip is a potent (and pungent) amalgamation of anxiety, fear, and wonder. The truth is out there.

I feel like we’re nearly at the finish line. We are hot on Sassy’s heels. If we can just hang in there a bit longer, we just might find everyone’s favorite furry cryptid in the flesh!