Diary entry…the cost of seeing a Squatch and on to Laytonville…

I always thought seeing a Sasquatch would be a revelation. I thought it would be a cause for celebration. Now, I am not so sure.

Terry was scarred by his encounter with a Squatch. It wrecked him. I doubt his wounds will ever heal.

Just watching his mannerisms revealed much. Terry is a seething mass of nerves, anxiety, and paranoia. What he saw more than a decade ago still haunts him.

It was a real wake up call. Maybe seeing a Squatch isn’t such a great thing. Then again, Terry has always been wound a bit tightly. Jimmy alluded to this idea before I actually met him.

While I am still keeping this road trip rolling, I am tempering my zeal with some trepidation. Seeing something unlike anything you’ve ever seen before can blow your mind in a few different ways. Not all of these ways are pleasant.

I don’t regret swinging by the area where Terry ran afoul of a Sasquatch. But, uncovering the ‘nest’ was a bit unnerving. It was massive. It was cavernous. It was bizarre.

Sherman’s uncanny sense of smell brought us to the nest. But, as soon as we got to the source of the stench, he wanted no part of it. I have never seen him scared like that before.

While Sherman didn’t want any part of the nest, I felt oddly drawn to it. In a strange way, I felt like I was looking into the distant past. Did my ancient ancestors live in these kinds of nests? As foreboding as the nest was, I almost felt like I was being extended an invitation.

Did whatever lives in the nest want me to find it? Does squatching act as some kind of weird catalyst for Squatchy experiences? Have I opened a Pandora’s Box of Squatch? I suppose the next 200+ miles will tell.

Sherman and I are on our way to Dehaven. From here, we’ll veer East to Laytonville. A woman heard something out in the woods while camping with some friends. It was a long time ago (1987). We’ll see how sharp her memories are today.

After delving into her experience, we’ll segue to the site of the incident. I may get an opportunity to try a few of the squatching techniques I learned from Jimmy. The squatch train rolls on.