In the late winter/early spring of 1997 a nature-loving man headed up to the ice caves in the Natural Bridges area of Washington State, and took a hike through the thick woods. There was patchy snow on the ground, and a light wind blew through the trees. Hiking farther than he normally did, he felt an ominous sense of something lurking, so he headed back to familiar ground near the ice caves. Once there, he heard a “whoop-like” sound on both sides of him; followed by a bone-chilling grunt that echoed through the trees. Nervous, he jumped into ravine below a natural bridge and hid. He heard heavy steps and looked up to see...a clan of Sasquatch on the bridge above him. Their shockingly large and powerful bodies were covered with wavy hair; the color of burnt coffee beans. He noticed that only the foot steps of the biggest one could be heard. The rest of them moved as fast and fluid as an apparition. Except... for the littlest one. A toddler, who ran and clung to the only female in the small group. The man was frozen with fear and remained motionless until he was sure they were gone. He came out of hiding and rushed down the trail head, all the while, knowing he would never forget the amazing experience... even if it could have gotten him killed.
