Encounters in the forests of BC, by John Paterson

Encounters in the forests of BC, by John Paterson:

Note from SunBôw: This is the most extended and detailed report documenting multiple encounters, among the nearly four hundred experiencers accounts that have been sent to SCENIC in the last five and a half year. I’m publishing the integrality of my correspondence with John and highly recommend reading his rather long, but truly interesting account filled with information about Sasquatch behaviors and interactions with multiple witnesses, that can be useful and enlightening for seekers and experiencers. This post is also highlighted in our featured posts.

John wrote:

Hi, I have enjoyed taking in your experience with Sasquatch. I read the Prism of Lyra when it first came out and also read anything which carried the same energy. When I read the words of your communication, it has the vibration of cosmic truth which speaks to me. I had many encounters while tour guiding at Widgeon creek in 2001, April and May. I then did houseboat tours in Lake Shuswap where I also had minor encounters, not intimate like Widgeon creek. I didn’t know it at the time, but a lot of unexplainable things happened every Saturday and Sunday with my ESL groups.

Many young Sasquatch took a great interest in my tours and made themselves known in a playful, pranking way. I have been writing down the experiences as there were so many including hearing a family in a ravine below and a sibling making playful noises to entertain a giggling baby. One of them yelled out my name on one tour. There is much to mention, but it wasn’t until much later I realized that the Pitt meadows area is known for much activity, I thought it is a place where they raise their young.

I don’t want to share my stories with the public for fear of exposing their home more with my stories, but I do want to tell someone. I have heard reports that a Sasquatch person is living around a lake where my cottage is. I am going there soon to meet with him if he will allow it. I meditate and do qigong and I have had small remote viewing images flash in. I have some telepathy, but not good, usually works best when I’m truck driving, I can tune into other drivers intentions and avoid problems.

I would like to send you my Widgeon creek experiences and I want to help the Sasquatch people connect to humanity, but I don’t want to make mistakes and do the wrong thing. I have been trying to connect with the one spotted at Christie lake ahead of time to arrange a meeting, but not sure if it will work. Any suggestions for me would help, I don’t think I will be in fear, but I will be camping by myself in the wilderness. I have no intentions of taking any pictures or video or collecting evidence, just making a friend. I had a missing time event in 1986 at Mosport park racetrack. I disappeared from the forest when I went to relieve myself and was activated 7 hours later in the middle of a field 10 miles away. The race camera helicopter found me one minute after I was turned back on, standing with eyes open on a bald patch in field where quartz rock prevented growth, no trail in so I had a hard time knowing how I got there. The helicopter pilot must have seen a craft and I do have a vivid memory of lying on a low bed, and these little beings are telling me they can’t put me back where they found me as the energy of their craft will cause the helicopter to crash. The helicopter must have been flying closer, maybe filming as a cameraman was riding along. I remember telling them to just drop me off wherever is easy for them.

Strange memory to have but I don’t remember much, just vague images. I think I was brought to a larger ship in space, but don’t really know. I think the Widgeon creek Sasquatch’s were interested in me maybe sensing something in my energy,or my groups and the yummy food I provided, they might have sensed all of our Joy. I do believe that some humans might have trace DNA of Sasquatch in them. I can’t turn away from the urge to connect with them, it is really intensifying. Next time you speak to your friend, ask him to say hello to my friends at Widgeon creek, they are probably grown up now, but the one who called out my name, I try to say hello telepathically and sometimes see the area in my mind as if looking through someone else’s eyes.

Tell them that John says hello and I will make a trip out to Widgeon creek maybe next spring. I hope to connect with the one at Christie lake and will let you know how it went. Peace Brother.

SunBôw’s reply:

Greetings John,  Thank you for reaching out and sharing your interesting experiences with us. You have obviously walked on this path of interspecies communication for a while and are more aware than most of these matters. Once contact is established, there is usually a possibility to deepen the communication. The process begins when we are ready and unfolds as fast as we are willing to engage. It takes time, patience, goodwill and efforts, but it’s an amazing path of learning. With the many contacts you describe, you certainly have been engaged on this journey. The best I can add is keep at it. I’m giving you below a link to a short article I wrote with simple tips about establishing contact, which might help. 

Advice to approach Sasquatch and develop communication with them

I would be pleased to share with your permission your very interesting account for our readers, along with any additional details you would like to share, for instance about your encounters at Widgeon Creek. Feel free about it and let me know. It could be full name, anonymous, first name or pseudo, as some prefer, and same with the locations if you feel concerned about protecting the sites. Please let me know what you think, as your account would be great information to share for our collective education. Best blessings on your quest…

John’s reply:

Hi, I have recorded most of my experiences at Widgeon creek. It is a bit long, but I had several ongoing events to talk about. My missing time event I can send in another email as it isn’t related to these stories and happened in 1986. This area is already known for activity, but I’m concerned if the stories would invite unwanted traffic into the area. I will leave it up to you if you feel the location should be hidden, thanks for taking my  stories.

John’s documented encounters:

In 2001, I drove from Ontario to Vancouver to help my cousin get his adventure tourism company going.

We provided tours for ESL students studying in various schools in the city.

During the week I would run from school to school, often in office high rise buildings in downtown Vancouver to update activity boards, give brief classroom talks of upcoming events, and collecting money at lunch time.

On the weekends I did the tours and for a while I was working 7 days a week.

The weekend work I started with was the best work ever.

Taking 11 students to a place one hour outside of Vancouver.

We had our own canoes, large boats and some smaller which I brought to the Pitt river at the mouth of Pitt lake.

My groups were always cheerful upbeat people from all over the world and all age groups, many different professions, from university students, to olympic athletes, software engineers, and so on. Always stimulating and fun experiences.

We would cross the Pitt river and paddle into Widgeon creek which meandered through marsh and nature reserve until we come to a campground, shore the canoes, where I gave the group an excellent lunch, always lots of good food.

After lunch we would hike onto Quarry road for a minute then turn right into the trail.

Immediately we are in a large berry patch which the trail cuts through and continues on into the woods towards the river.

 At times up to 8 bears would scramble out of the berry patch when they heard my group arrive. I would bang the paddle on the canoe a bit to alert them of our arrival as early spring had more clumsy, hungry bears. A few times a cougar sprang out of there.

I always briefed my group not to push deep into the patch, that is for the animals and to avoid risk of a negative animal exchange. There were plenty of berries to pick on bushes next to the trail, Salmon berries, blackberries, some raspberries and cranberries close to the pond at the edge of the patch. Also a type of wild grape.

 I don’t know if the berry patch is still there, the trail might be different now. A park warden told me that it is a bad idea having a campsite beside a berry patch as many times they had to come and do bear management as campers couldn’t get to their boats or tents when the bears are coming in for berries, he was trying to get his superiors to asses the situation, so maybe the patch is gone now, I don’t see it on videos people post today of the hike so I wonder if it has been eliminated.

I brought snacks to hand out on the trail like bulk bags of organic dried cranberries sweetened with apple juice and mixed raw nuts and nut and seed bars as well as fruit and drinks. I also had a water filter for filtering out any bacteria in the glacial water and filled bottles for my group to take home with them.

I asked everyone to not feed the wild life, but in case they did, the snacks I brought were clean and close to wild food. I asked the groups to not feed any animals junk food which I did not bring as it can make animals sick. Everyone I had on my tours were respectful and I always told them that the only thing we want to leave behind is our footprints, I will take any garbage, and I encouraged the group to pick up garbage if spotted or tell me. The trail was pretty clean, most visitors respect the nature, but in summer it gets insanely busy on the weekends.

I switched to doing houseboat tours in Lake Shuswap beginning in June and an ESL teacher working at one of the schools we catered to took over the canoe day trips, which he loved, but told me it is insanely busy, slower when heavy rain was forecasted, but weekdays were much slower and I did do some trips on weekdays. April and May are much quieter as it is the early season when weather is more rainy. I had the place to myself all of April and only mid May it began to pick up with more traffic.

My first trip in I remember a strange incident. When we arrived at the camp zone where I serve lunch, there were two forest maintenance workers there removing trees which had fallen over the trail, and emptying trash cans.

The trash cans were the standard bear proof garbage bin, big brown, metal box. I was bringing garbage over to the bins and one of the workers had been standing there for a few minutes and he motioned to use the next box as he pointed out the damage to the other one. The top had been ripped and bent back, clean, shiny, twisted metal where it “ripped”.

The parks employee told me that it looked like a big hand just ripped it back. I mentioned that it wasn’t very bear proof if a bear can do that to it. He looked at me and said “ no bear did this” and I asked him what else is stronger than a bear? What or who would do this and he responded by telling me he had no idea. I suggested that maybe lightning hit the box, but he told me there would be scorch marks. 

Just then the second worker came over and noticed it and mentioned that they will have to replace the box without too much curiosity about how it happened. Two Girls came over and they didn’t speak much English, bringing more garbage as I asked the guy if he thought it might be dangerous to take my group on the trail and he said “ Probably”, which made the girls a little nervous. I walked them back to the picnic area and told them not to worry, they were probably having fun with us and scaring us. But I could tell the guy was stumped on how the box was damaged. He mentioned that it had just happened that night, or early morning.

There were always human footprints around the place and being so close to shore, when we saw human footprints around size 11, we didn’t think any connection to the damaged bin. On that hike, when we stopped at a Douglas Fir stump cut down in the 1880’s, the whole group can stand on it and I take everyones cameras for pics.

While I was snapping photos, I could hear over towards Quarry road tree knocks that sounded very clear and loud. Then I thought I heard the sound of a tree snap and a deep voice speaking what sort of sounded like instructions. We weren’t very close to the road so the sound of the voice was muffled through the forest, I thought it was the park crew doing work, nobody really paid attention to it.

After hiking the trail and  heading down Quarry road, the crew was gone and almost close to the picnic area was a young tree snapped and leaning down over the road. The crew had left and I thought it a bit odd that they left the tree hanging over the road like that. Now I think back and can see it as a classic tree break marking the trail boundaries. The tree was snapped about 8-9 feet up, the height of the tree was about 30 feet tall. I think now the voice might not have been the park crew.

Each trip I did I truly enjoyed and felt so lucky. I was always trying to record the days in my head with so much fun with people from all over the world enjoying beauty. I never wanted to forget the moments. During the week I would see the same students afterwards and bumping into them downtown at patios, my socializing was in hyperdrive! Everyone loved the tours, loved drinking fresh glacial water (safely filtered) and bonding with so many people in short amounts of time packed my memory banks overflowing. By the third tour I realized I might not remember everyone on every tour. Or all the events of every tour. When I switched to doing Houseboat tours in Lake Shuswap, my cousin had purchased a 45 foot long houseboat which slept 12 people comfortably. I slept on the roof in a tent most of the time. Bonding with 11 awesome people in Lake Shuswap, a five and a half hour drive from Vancouver into the hot dry zone of B.C., I couldn’t possibly remember everything and it squashed my Widgeon creek memories from all of the busy work I had going on.

The Houseboat tours gave me so many awesome memories, and I did have Sasquatch encounters there, but slightly different than Widgeon creek. On the canoe trips, all of the encounters I had were more intimate and what seems now to be a large group of them, many young Sasquatch.

• With all of those boat tours for the next 4 months, and still working 5 days a week at the schools, one of the schools asked if I could be a bus driver for their students- on the side, as Vancouver transit was on strike for the whole season. 

Having said that, I was so busy,  many memories became blurred and jumbled . I always wanted to remember everyones names and faces, and I do have many photos, but it is impossible to retrieve everything.

The memories which DO stand out, and also cause me to remember some of the faces is because of the strange experiences I had on my tours.

Many of the strange experiences I could not really explain, but rationalized something that sounded logical.

At the time, I don’t recall ever thinking that Sasquatches could be responsible for anything that was happening, but many years later, I began seeing many stories of encounters and details kept popping up which brought my mind back to the canoe trips.

I have so many of these moments, that some might not believe it, as some people have a brief encounter, no sighting, but vocals, or sounds, physical evidence, but I had ongoing events every tour, every Saturday and Sunday. My tour was very predictable and Ravens, little forest mice became very comfortable with me quickly. I befriended a Raven, just called him Buddy. He would fly low, just a few inches over our head while we  were single file on the trail  and sometimes would land on someones backpack or hat. He landed on my head and shoulder a few times. Rest stops at both waterfalls I handed out the snacks and Buddy would fly ahead and wait in the snack zone for us to arrive.

He didn’t always want food, but when he did, he would tap the ground indicating he wanted the food put there. Usually he would have cranberry or nut or seed bar. He sometimes brought friends and these Ravens were smart. Someone thought they might have been trained , or maybe that is just how Ravens are. He sometimes just hung out with us, not interested in food.

I think now that maybe the Raven was a friend of the Sasquatch’s as Buddy’s behaviour made me feel that someone had taught him things.

As I recall all of the strange events, it helped me remember normal events which I had forgotten about  like the river surges which happened from time to time and one time a helicopter flew in to rescue someone who had been flushed down the river in a surge when we were on the trail in the forest. We watched a surge while standing on the rocks at the falls, I saw trees violently shaking way up the mountain and realized the water is hitting the forest and bringing trees down. staring straight up at it , we had time to move off the falls and go into the forest while the surge flows through. Pretty awesome to watch, I saw about 6 of these surges usually caused by glacial chunks falling into Widgeon lake at the top of the mountain. I only remembered that after reflecting on the strange events, funny how memories unpack.

With a group of 11 people, they are looking in many different directions and some people saw things I did not see which affected them more than some of the other tourist.

I would like to be brief in describing each event, but unpacking it just as it unfolded takes a bit of description.

My first few weekends we were all hearing whooping, primate sounds behind the berry patch, I had no idea what it was. They were only doing a few calls, then go silent, maybe testing our reaction.

I believe it was my fourth weekend in, and at the berry patch, we all heard whooping, like monkeys and similar primate yelps coming from higher in the trees behind the berry patch. Everyone agreed it sounded like monkeys, they were spacing out the calls by about 5 seconds and I thought there were four of them calling out.

They stopped for a moment and my group continued picking and eating berries. Three girls from Germany were suddenly excited as they pointed out an animal peeking out from a tree, pretty high up, then another one to the right, then another one also further to the right, all in different trees were peeking at us. Everyone is asking the guide, ME, what is it. I was not an expert of the area and wildlife, being from Ontario, I really only knew the trail, and a little bit about the area, but I didn’t think they were baby cubs, the faces looked like sloth faces, but it was easily 200 yard away under a bit of darkness from the tree canopy. I couldn’t see pointed bear ears. I really thought they were a wild animal and not a young Sasquatch, the idea of young Sasquatches hanging out wasn’t a concept I could even imagine.

• In this same area, I brought a group out on a week day with 8 Boys ages 8-11, A lady who was also attending the school, brought her 6 year old son and a school employee came along. The young boy didn’t speak english, but he got excited about something while in the berry patch. I asked his mother what happened and she laughed and told me he saw a monkey. He said it jumped out of the tree and down.

 She asked if there were monkeys around and we laughed as I said no. As we departed the berry patch a few whoops came from behind the berry patch but lower down. We laughed again. I think I started believing that those sounds came from some animal, until the vocals got closer and more human sounding.

A few times in the patch some of the students told me there are people running in the thick patch, they could hear them giggling and running. Anyone who went against my advice and went deeper into the bush had a strange encounter with something. That was the cue for me to move the tour along in case a large animal was disturbed. I remember a few people had encounters  and felt like someone was in the dense bush but I can’t remember exactly what they experienced.

  One girl on my tour, from Mexico, came only wearing a very tiny bikini which did not cover her parts very well, and some tennis shoes. a very vibrant person, she pushed into the thick bush and came out upset that someone poked her bum with a twig. She heard giggling and tried to convince me that someone is in the berry patch not from our group.

Everyone was more amused but she continued to insist to her two friends that something is strange and she could feel something strange in the forest. She came on my Houseboat tour later and still thought about that berry patch.

I had a schedule to keep and never rushed the group, but time to move on when something stirs in the berry patch.

   The best encounter at the berry patch was in May as everyone on this tour went swimming with the sunny, warm day.

The berries were exploding everywhere, lots to pick and eat. I made a few trips back to the canoes to put picked berries in the cooler as it would be better than carrying them on the trail. After stopping there for about 15 minutes, two girls from Germany were getting anxious to go swimming, next stop on trail about 100 yards through the forest. I can remember the colour of their swimsuits, everything, like a video, because of the thing that happened next.

As we all went into single file departing the patch and entering the woods, the two girls ran ahead, and two guys chased after them, another guy just entered the woods and there were 7 of us still in the patch walking out. Suddenly, about 8 feet away and left of us, in the thick bush erupted hollering by 4 different people sounding very much like someone at a rock concert -woooooo! Then other yipping sounds which then merged into sentences of complex whistles and bird noises, followed by animal chatter type sounds, then giggling.

 I was last in line and saw everyones shoulders tense in reaction to the surprise yelling. This caused one of my students who was now further in the woods to call out his own nutty calls, he thought we did the yelling. This made the people in the bush laugh harder ,then return with some very complex sounds which confused me, was I hearing an animal which can mimic human sounds like giggling? Or these people are very talented in sound effects with their mouths.

 I remember the German man in front of me commented that they must be on magic mushrooms, for such strange behaviour. Whoever it was could hear us commenting and I just responded by saying, “ I didn’t even know anyone was there, that was cool sounds though”

I could have taken 3 steps and engaged in conversation with them, but I thought, if they are having a drug experience, I’m leading a tour, and best to leave them alone. I just said a friendly goodbye as I departed. At the swim stop, I asked if anyone had spoken to those people who made the strange noises, as some of the group were picking berries right where they were. Perhaps the people felt comfortable yelling because somebody had spoken to them, this was my thinking at the time. No one from my group even knew they were there and  the ones who ran ahead thought that I had made the strange sounds.

This incident was really intense and the rest of the tour, I was wondering if I was going to encounter them again.

Well, I definitely heard these rowdy teens on many occasions, always thinking that I will eventually see them.

 I never did see them.

The most profound incident was when my name was called out by a monstrous voice about 60 yards in front of me at a tree line between Quarry road and the trail leading up to the first waterfall. Just on the edge of the back part of the berry patch.

The weather forecast for the weekend was hard rain. The groups I brought were happy to go no matter what. I always packed extra rain gear for everyone.

When it rains like that, there is no activity on the water or on the trail, which can only be accessed by boat, unless you break the law and trespass on government land and hike in from the mountain side, I think it will be public access soon, but back then it was only by boat that you can get in.

We were the only people there. The first set of falls can be quite dangerous in rainy weather as a large slope rock face slides into the fast water, there is a green, slippery slime which can cause people to easily slide in. I gave the group a quick safety talk and handed out snacks when I noticed two girls were missing. 

I looked back down the trail and saw them looking across a large open area under the canopy which was mostly ferns which we had walked through, large stumps. On the far side of the open area I could see ferns moving and a hairy arm, light brown hair, moving ferns, then it disappeared. I thought it might be a young grizzly bear and walked down to the girls.

One girl asked if there were sloths in B.C., I told her no, I was pretty sure there weren’t, but both girls said it reminded them of a sloth. They hiked up to the falls and I waited to see if the bear would emerge, just to keep an eye on where it is going.

Suddenly from directly in front of me, coming from the other side was a very loud, deep, scruffy voice which called out my name.

My blood froze like ice crystals and my hair stood up. My mind raced as nobody knew I was there except my cousin, I called out his name thinking maybe he is pranking me, but that was a ridiculous thought, as he was swamped with work and wouldn’t make the trip out. I briefly panicked thinking one of my group fell and was injured, so I ran up a few steps and did a quick headcount, everyone there, so back to confusion. I yelled out “hello! anyone there, hello?” but nothing. Buddy suddenly stirred high up in the trees above where the voice came from. He flew down right at me like he often did, right over my head and into the waterfall area to meet my group. I sort of thought the Raven might have called out my name, but the voice sounded like it came from something large.

My group couldn’t hear that, as the falls are loud and where I was, the falls were muffled and most of the falls sounds were blocked by forest and landscape, so I could hear forest sounds strongly with just a faint sound of the falls further up. I followed the Raven in to the falls still in shock and the girl who saw the sloth asked me what happened as I was white as a  ghost. I told her what happened and we speculated that it could have been the raven. So I entertained the group briefly trying to get Buddy to repeat my name and he finally yelled something  that wasn’t even close to my name.

I was pretty sure Buddy didn’t yell out my name, but then who?

The rest of the tour, and while we rested at the second falls, I kept looking, scanning the area, we were the only people there. I could never explain it, but if I was being watched each tour, everyone always said my name on the hike, “ John, take my picture, John, something just threw a pebble at me, John, can I have an apple?,and so on..” so My name would be easy to learn. One of these Sasquatch  called out my name! It is the only thing which fits when I put all of the other strange things together.

The one thing which happened almost every tour were the flower art displays left on the trail in places that couldn’t be missed. Every group, people were fascinated by the art and photographed many displays. I have photos as well. I was asked every tour- who is doing these flower art displays?, and I had no idea, I often saw human footprints, with an odd shape which many people commented on and I thought they must belong to First Nations people in the area, perhaps canoeing in before I get there to bless the trail as some shaman ritual or it is a nature artist, but that was my own fabricated guess. I just knew that someone is doing it and thought that I will eventually bump into them as I go there every weekend.

Some of the flowers were small with a backing of green fern leaf, with some tiny purple flowers and small white flowers like confetti.

They would be placed in cracks of trees, always in the same hollowed out stumps, and those ones almost looked like a different artist did them, as if there were more than one artist. I would find them resting in the smooth bowls at the waterfall where water has made little soapdish like bowls. Many of my guest would collect the tiny ones. Sometimes there were ones which reminded me of door reefs they were so big. When the trail became busier in May, I saw many other hikers photographing these displays and gawking at them. I had become quite used to them.

  One of the most memorable flower art displays was when I had an all girl group, I usually had more women than men on my tours and did have a few other all girl tours. This tour was late May, the trail was busy, and my group had a hard time learning how to steer the canoes. It took twice as long to get to the lunch stop before the hike. Many hikers had passed us in kayaks and canoes and were on the trail. The hike can be done in both directions as it is roughly a 3 kilometre loop.

By the first waterfall, the last of the traffic was making their way down to the boats. Most trail traffic was on the return for those doing a day hike.

I never rushed the group on the tour, but I would shorten the time at each stop to compensate. What slowed down the hike was the amount of flower displays on the trail, they were everywhere and the girls were taking lots of photos of them. Many people were really drawn to them and intrigued by them, I was so used to them that I just kept thinking I’m eventually going to meet this artist. On this tour, I almost did.

   When we arrived at the second falls,Widgeon Falls, right at the foot of the entrance to the opening was a large art piece, very different than the others I had seen. This one was framed with braided, thick grass and inside the frame were a display of large flowers and tiny flowers. It is the first thing the girls saw and started taking pictures of it.

I noticed on a log close by which we used as a bench, a purse, sandals, and a pair of sunglasses. The flower art was loose, and a wind was stirring up, but I thought that I was finally going to meet my flower artist, as it looked unfinished, and whoever owns the belongings, must be looking for more flowers to add to it.

As my group took pictures, I explored the area and found a woman backing up the trail we would exit from and she was holding a camera with a large zoom lens over her shoulder. I tried not to startle her, as the falls drown out the noise of our arrival but she jumped when she saw me.

I told her we were just admiring her flower art and how happy I was to finally meet the person doing this, and her eyes widened when she saw the flowers and said, “ I didn’t do that.” She asked if I had seen anyone close by, but everyone was departing in the boats by this time.  I was almost 2 hours behind. She told me that it wasn’t there about 7 minutes ago as she just went down the trail a short way to take some pictures and wasn’t gone long. She took photos as she admired it, but the strong winds were whipping up and starting to blow it around. The photographer told me that she is very familiar with the area and she knows most of the flowers in the region but she pointed out 2 flowers that she had never seen before.

She told me that her friend is a First Nations elder who is an expert on the plants, she wanted to take them for him to study. The girls grabbed the rest of the flowers and were putting them in their hair for photos, so I gathered them together to take a group shot with the flowers in their hair and the river and falls just behind them. I had to back up further to get the right shot and as I backed up the rock elevation, I suddenly heard the sound of panic scrambling high in the tree behind my right shoulder, scratching of bark, the snap of branches breaking and as I turned to look quickly, I saw the branches falling and landing on the ground close to the base of the tree. What came out of the tree dropped below the ground level down the slope right behind the tree. It sounded like a Hippo landing and then I could hear it snap branches and tear up the earth as it accelerated. I instantly ran to see what type of animal it could be.

I expected to see the behind of a bear or the swinging tail of a bolting cougar and I expected to see it at most 50 yard away.

The strange thing is, it was already 150 yards away and when it divided a thick growth of ferns, it shot through them, but there was nothing to be seen, like it was invisible. Before I could even process that, half a second and further to the right and another 50 yards from that, more ferns disturbed and a thick branch sticking up from a fallen tree cracked and went tumbling through the air as this creature clipped it while shooting by. How it made it from the first disturbed ferns to that branch in half a second was bizarre.

The photographer stood with my group looking down at me, she frantically asked what it was. I told her it was faster than any bear or cougar and that I didn’t see it, only the plants shake vigorously.

 I looked at the trees where it had been and 4 or 5 of the trees had all of the bark stripped off up to about 25 feet high. The claw marks were strange, as it wasn’t bear marks, the photographer had seen what cougars do to trees and these were different markings. I wonder if those trees are still there. They were about 50 feet from the river.

I then noticed that if an animal were to perch on various branches in these trees, they could spy down on the falls area without being easily noticed as fir trees grew in front obstructing people from seeing up there unless they really looked. I might have seen something grey when the creature was fleeing, but I think I was in shock at how fast it was.

The photographer asked if she could hike down with us as she was feeling really creeped out. She normally goes up there later in the day because it is quiet, all hikers are usually gone. Something or someone put those flowers there in a 7 minute window of time just before our arrival, probably the thing which jumped out of the tree.

The next day, when I came back, the group heard more vocals, sort of.

On the way back down Quarry road, getting close to the canoes, my group had spaced out and I was trailing behind with a couple of students. Ahead, I noticed everyone stopping and looking up into the forest. I’m always concerned about large animal encounters and I had seen cougars at this spot going up the slope. On one tour a young boy from Korea was way ahead of us at this same spot, out of my sight and he came running back saying a big cat almost ran right into him darting out of the berry patch, it had to swerve to avoid him, I think it heard my group further up and was dodging not realizing the boy was there, so he is lucky as it was a large cougar.

One of my tourist, a German man told me that there are some strange people behind the fir trees about 40 feet up.

Just then, from the tree cluster, comes a blast of sentences of whistling mostly, with some animal sounds at the end, then what sounded like two adult women laughing and a little girl laughing. We were all looking at this cluster of trees, they were rustling and moving as the laughter continued, then more complex whistling and giggling. My group is looking at me for an explanation and I thought it strange behaviour for anyone who I normally see on the trail. Whoever it was, they knew we were all staring and taking an interest in them and they remained hidden. I thought maybe they are smoking a joint, but no smoke wafting out, but strange behaviour to not pop your head out to say hello to us. People were wondering how such complex sounds could be made like that. I had no explanation.

I decided that it would be best to leave them to their fun and move on.

When we got back to the canoes, One of the girls was excited, as there was a nice, big flower display on my canoe.

Everyone took pictures and the girl took the flower art home with her. Little did she or I  know she collected Sasquatch art.

 When I lifted the canoe to get ready to leave, I noticed that the cooler lids weren’t pressed tight. We could see the footprints all around in the soft, damp earth, three different sizes, two large, one smaller.  They had a different look about them and many people on different tours would point them out as a curiousity. The fruit cooler had most of the apples gone, pears and grapes, gone, veggie tray emptied, in the salad and sandwich cooler, all the tubs of salads, kimchi, tai salad, egg salad, potato salad, all tubs were cleaned and put back in a very neat way. The jar of peanut butter was gone, the jam jar was emptied. If a bear broke in, it would be a mess, I thought it might be hikers or people maybe living in the area who are homeless, but they left the flowers so I was feeling like there were some secret humans around who are very good at staying out of site. It didn’t bother me as the remaining food would be tossed out anyways and there wasn’t much left, but the peanut butter tub was large so I knew they must be hungry to take what they did. My coolers had been raided a few times, and I always thought it was other people. They were always very neat about it, never leaving anything disheveled.

The next weekend as I was finishing the hike and getting the canoes back in the water, I bumped into the photographer as she was heading out in her kayak to take pics in the marsh. 

I asked her if she had seen all of the flowers on the trail and she hadn’t been on the trail. I took her over to the first flower display on the other side of the berry patch just as you enter the woods. She started taking pictures and I pointed up further in the forest to a group of people admiring a very large one the size of a door reef. She was going to go up there next so I asked her about the mystery flowers we had found and her First Nations friend  knew one flower to only grow in an area two valleys  away which is about a 45 minute drive. The other flower he didn’t know and was going to consult some other elders. This shocked her as she said he knew every plant.

I asked her if he knew who would leave these flowers, is it a shaman? She told me her friend said it was the Spirit of the forest. At the time, this wasn’t a helpful answer, and she laughed as she knew I was expecting something more tangible. But I think the word Sasquatch can mean that to some tribes. It originally meant wild hairy people to the Stl’atl’imx tribe (not sure of spelling) who lived in this part of B.C. for 10000 years and have a long history shared with the wild people. Lillooet tribe originally,I think..

Another good memory at the Widgeon falls is when we had just arrived, I unpacked the snacks and the group began to explore and scatter. Buddy, my Raven friend came zooming in and landed next to me on a tree branch, eyeing my fruit and nut bar. Four students were watching as I coaxed Buddy to take the bar out of my hand. He hopped over and took it out of my hand and I said “ Good Boy!”

Immediately, over my right shoulder, coming from deeper in the forest exclaimed a voice copying me, “ GooBooy! “ , Imitating me but sounding rough. We all look over, some of the group laughed, probably thinking it was another hiker joking around. Most of the group didn’t notice as they were scattered and doing their own thing exploring the falls.

For me, that was really strange and I had to go and investigate the voice. Two other guys thought it was strange as well and followed me. As I went off the trail, into the woods, I could hear the same voice coming from somewhere down below in a ravine. The voice was entertaining a baby which we could hear giggling. The voice was repeating playfully, “ bop, bop, bop, bop, bop” and the baby giggled in response. The one guy asked, “ is that a baby?” and the other guy commented that it sounded like a family was having a picnic down there. He asked if there was a camping spot down there and I didn’t even know the ravine was there. The ground sloped steep down until it dropped off. I could see sunlight reflecting in a stream and the voices of the people down there sounded like they might be echoing off of the rock face below. I don’t even know how anyone could get down there and I thought it strange that someone would bring a baby to an area where there are a lot of bears and cougars. I could hear a woman talking, and the German man commented that it definitely isn’t German that she is speaking and I thought it was a First Nations language. I rationalized that it was a First Nations family out enjoying the day.

When we were leaving, we stood on Quarry road, 5 of us, waiting for the rest of the group as they departed the falls.

While we stood there, we suddenly heard soft whoops, from 3 different angles in front of us as we looked up the mountain trail. One guy commented that it was like something invisible was right there 30 feet away from the sounds of it. Not in the forest but actually on the road. The one to the left was closest to me, and I was starting to think it must be something small and hard to see but sounds like something big, because it should be right in front of me. I stepped towards where the whoops were coming from and suddenly we heard them again, but 50 yards away further into the forest. We were all shocked to hear them quieter and way over there. How did they get from right in front of us to 50 yards into the forest without us seeing or hearing any movement. One second later, they whooped again but way further away, maybe 200 yards away. We all were baffled by how fast they moved. I thought maybe it was a type of bird which flew low, as we couldn’t hear any movement as they departed the area, very strange.

 Another incident that happened with the sounds of the rowdy teens hooting and hollering was when I was taking pictures of the group standing on the tree stump going through everyones camera when I could hear those rowdy calls barrelling down Quarry road so fast, I thought they were on bicycles, yelling as they zoomed down the hill. There was a bit of traffic on the trail, not much, and quiet sort of people, not the kind to be making these noises. Everyone heard them as they were loud and clear, but I could see the group not registering it as out of the ordinary. But I was there every weekend and had heard them on several occasions with mild energy in their vocal activity to super rowdy energy in their calls.

When we were hiking down Quarry road, the powdery limestone gravel showed traces of animal tracks going in to the berry patch and there were human footprints, but no bicycle tire tracks, and that is when I thought it odd, as those kids were really moving down the road fast from the sound of their calls travelling. I assumed they were on bikes.

While I mention these events, there were also things witnessed which I didn’t see. Three people witnessed four very large men in dark suits running between trees high up on the mountain slope where there shouldn’t be anyone and they couldn’t believe how fast they were running nor did it make sense to them. I could tell it distracted them for the rest of the tour. Another time a girl saw someone or something stand up in the marsh as we were canoeing in the creek. I had a few marsh sightings reported by some of my guests, looked like a person standing all in dark, or someone is over there, vague glimpses of them, but nothing to make me question it or think about Sasquatch.

Often at the first waterfall stop, pebbles would hit people lightly. I noticed people looking up and went over to have a pebble bounce off of my shoe. There were ravens high in the canopy and I hadn’t made friends with Buddy yet, but I blamed them for dropping pebbles on us, maybe because we were snacking on food and the ravens wanted some.

But on one tour, three girls were sitting on a log, backs facing the forest, when I noticed them jumping and looking behind them. I thought an insect was buzzing them until one girl stood up and pointed into the ferns 30 feet away. I went over and asked what was happening and they had been getting hit in the back with little stones. The girl pointing had turned to look when she saw a small stone flying in between her and her friend. She said something threw it from the ferns. I tried telling them it was ravens but they weren’t buying that and I rationalized that it was probably an animal digging vigorously and shooting stones as it digs, but that didn’t sound right to them and she thought it was an animal that could throw like a baseball player, I know of no such squirrel or rodent that can do that but this is an example of trying to explain these weird events logically, nothing quite fits.

While at the second falls, I was filling a large bottle for a girl who wanted to take the glacier water home. Using the filter pump, I was bent down and she was standing over me talking when she suddenly flinched and thought she saw someone stand up on the other side of the falls where no one really goes. I looked over, but didn’t see anything, thinking it might have been a bear. I finished filling her bottle and was putting the top on when she flinched again, only this time a rock, smaller than a baseball lobbed lazily between us and bounced on the rocky surface as my group watched, unaware of what happened. The girl swore she saw movement, again out of the corner of her eye and now I was sure someone was there. I called out to them, “ hey there! I know you are there, come on out” I did it in a fun way, no aggression and suddenly about 100 yards away, a fern began rocking fast back and forth, steady, without stopping, as if someone was doing it. The girl yelled out pointing at it, I thought it strange, but thought it could be an insect web attached to the fern, but it was quite strange.

This next event happened at the first falls on the Saturday, but continued on the Sunday.

We were about to pack up and get moving from the first rest and I glanced over to notice the bulk bag of dried cranberries open, sitting on the log. I had learnt that the little forest mice were looking for opportunities to snatch food if someone dropped something and an unattended bag of cranberries was vulnerable. I went to get them, but someone distracted me for a moment and when I turned to go to them, the bag was gone. I asked if anyone had picked them up but no one had. The girl who left them there helped me look for them as I thought I would find them spilled or scattered from an animal running off with it. Behind the log, in some damp moss was a fresh footprint which the girl had found and thought that a person had taken it, but I brushed it off as it being from someone who had swam in the river.

The next day, Sunday, as I brought the group in to the falls I cautioned them on leaving food unattended and went to point at the spot where my cranberries had disappeared. When what do I find? A huge pile of freshly picked cranberries, every single one of them perfect. They were piled on the ground against the log and almost to the top of the log. I was a little stumped as to what animal would be so smart to do this kind of trade?

We washed the berries in the river and sat eating them. I even had the group thank the unknown animal for the snack.

The bag was biodegradable by the way.

I bumped into a forest ranger or parks ranger sometimes and had to ask him once if it was possible that some monkeys might have been set loose in the area. He was amused and joked that there weren’t any secret labs around where monkeys escaped from, but my whole group told him, we heard monkeys and I told him I was hearing them almost every weekend.

The young guy working in the canoe rental office would hear about some of these experiences because my guests would go in to buy candy bars after the tour. He became quite curious about what my groups were encountering.

  Eventually, a First Nations Elder heard about my experiences and wanted to talk to me.

 I really wish I could remember more about our conversation, but I was eager to ask him if it was a bunch of young teens from the reservation hanging out making all of those animal noises and he told me no, not possible. This changed my whole perspective, as I thought he was going to say yes! I asked him about the flower displays as well. He told me it was the wild people. I asked if he meant First Nations people who have chosen to live wild? He told me they weren’t his people, but their own people, the wild people. I wasn’t sure if I could take him seriously, I didn’t know him and Wild People didn’t sound real to me. If he had said that it was Sasquatch I would have shifted my perspective drastically. I asked if they might get dangerous, as they were getting very close to my tours. He told me it is special that I’m having these experiences and that they will keep the bears and cougars away.

One time while I was waiting on Quarry road as my group headed away from the falls, I looked up the road and far up I saw a young grizzly running as if it was afraid, full speed from something. I thought a bigger bear must be chasing it as we were too far away for it to be that afraid of us.  Another time, I saw some brown bears fleeing as well as if they had been startled and I wondered, what are they afraid of.

A couple of times in May, when the trail was busy, hikers on their way down going  the opposite way told us to keep our eyes open as some guy saw Bigfoot. Most of my group laughed and thought it good hiking humour.

The last Saturday I was there, after the tour was finished and I’m loading the canoes back onto the trailer, some young guys, not from my group, were talking and I heard one guy telling his friend that he knew what he saw, a big, naked hairy guy stand up and run into the woods, His friends were poking fun and I asked him about it thinking someone should call the Police. His friends laughed and joked about calling the Police for Bigfoot. I thought the guy was talking about a human man, naked, that was more concerning.

My last tour was special. I had been telling everyone it was my last tour as I was going to start my Shuswap tours and I was really going to miss the place. We were at the Widgeon falls, packs on and heading to the exit path when suddenly a burst of voices, 15 – 20 people, male and female began hollering something like what you might hear at a rodeo.

They were far up the mountain on the other side of the river, too far to know where exactly, but I could hear them change their position, moving around, by where their yelling was coming from. One of my guests commented that it sounded like they are having a party up there. Another guest asked me what is up there. I had no idea, but from the sounds, I thought there must be a camp up there. The voices came down much closer and I thought they were going to come down all of the way but then they collected tight together and continued to yell as they departed, fading off as they moved out of the area. It was amazing. Someone thought they might have been hang gliding because of the speed in which they were moving around but they would have had to be flying low just over the tree tops. I never saw anyone flying.

On the way down Quarry road, we bumped into a father and son power walking down from the top of the mountain with their protective gear on. I asked if they had heard the people  yelling, but they had been walking close to fast, loud water at that time which would have drowned out the noises, but the man did tell me that nothing was over there, the terrain is treacherous if you aren’t careful, people avoid going over there unless they know the area.

Now I was stumped, it was like a huge family of those rowdy people were giving me a send off, as if they knew it was my last tour. Some say they can read our thoughts, perhaps they knew it was my last time there. It felt like a celebration/goodbye as I reflect on it now.

I look at satellite photos of the area now just so I can understand the terrain that they might have been in when making those noises. I wonder if they are all still there now and that baby I heard might be grown up now. 

I did find an object on a satellite photo which looks exactly like a Sasquatch, it might be a trick of shadows on a satellite photo, but the shape looks very accurate. At full zoom, the legend scale suggest the being at just less than 5 meters in height roughly. The being is in a clearing of an avalanche shoot far west of the Widgeon creek campground.

The one who called my name, might that one be there? I will have to go back there. I don’t think this happens to people there a lot, I never saw anyone going there every weekend as frequently as I was and in the earlier season, the place has an intimacy about it, especially on rainy days as the only way to get there is by boat. Finding fresh, odd shaped footprints, the largest was about 11’.  There were smaller, children size a few times but other ones were 8-11 inches and wedge shaped, long and narrow looking. Fresh tracks before I arrive did baffle me as we were always there early, launching from the Pitt river by 7:45 am. Finding those fresh tracks did make me feel that there were humans living in the area, in the wild, with a secret camp somewhere and occasionally come to pick berries and raid coolers but leave flower art. Those wild people really were good at staying out of sight.

 At Lake Shuswap, I always camped at the Narrows.

On the Saturday night, I would BBQ a tonne of chicken thighs and have my group cook corn cobs and potatoes in foil in the campfire at the edge where there were simmering coals.

I would sleep in a tent on the roof, usually unless it was raining. I could hear the sounds around my camp very well from the top of the boat. I heard someone walking down the mountain frequently, but thought it could be just a wild animal. But at times I could swear that it is definitely someone on two legs walking. The footsteps would zig zag down the slope towards my camp, always after my group was sleeping. Sometimes they would walk for 5-6 steps then pause, then again, I could hear the gravel beach being disturbed softly as the animal checked out the camp. I often was exhausted and though I could hear the sounds, I only got up a few times to actually look to see what was there.

I never saw anything, and the ground wasn’t good for leaving footprints on the rocky beach, mostly pebbles. I never thought to look for tracks in the soil off of the beach and into the woods. In fact, Sasquatch wasn’t even in my thoughts until one time,  Me and an activity co-ordinator from the school , heard a large animal walking down the slope, cautiously, then the putrid smell came with the breeze which blows down the mountain slope. My friend thought that it could be an animal with a bad injury because of the rotten smell, and I told him that this could be the smell described when people encounter Bigfoot. It was so bad, we had to go into the houseboat. Several times I awoke to hear something eating the chicken bones that had been tossed into the fire, sometimes the bones still had lots of flesh on them and would be good eating for scavengers. I usually thought it could be a bear or coyote as I listened to the bones being crushed with chewing sounds. I only smelled that odour once on another tour when I got up out of bed to go to the washroom, I smelled it as I walked back from the edge of the forest. I thought that a Bigfoot might be around but wanted to go back to sleep. One night, we were all sitting on the roof, looking at the stars when suddenly, high up on the mountain across from us we could hear what sounded like people partying and whooping. Usually I heard that down at shore level from other houseboats, but the lake was quiet that weekend, not a lot of campers. About half an hour went by and suddenly we could hear gunshots going off up there, and we could see the gunmen shining flashlights. I was concerned that people were doing illegal hunting at night with flashlights and told the park Warden about it the next day as his cabin was close by.

Another time, about 2:30 am, at the same area, across on the eastern side of the lake from the narrows, a very loud yell. I wondered what is this guy doing at this time of night yelling like that. Just then, what sounded like the next valley over, we could hear another one, similar. We all agreed it wasn’t a Wolf, or Caribou, it sounded like a man with a very powerful voice. After the second call, A third one called out but it sounded higher, maybe a female, and it was further to the north, probably 2 valleys away or maybe on Adams lake.

I thought that it might be someone from the local indigenous community doing calls to other tribal members.

 One strange thing which happened at my camp was when a German guy fell asleep at the campfire, he had drank quit a few beers, and he had several cobs of corn and potatoes which he was cooking on the fire, wrapped in foil. They were placed at the edge and the fire was dying down, so they weren’t going to burn. I woke him up and he mumbled he would have the food for breakfast. I thought he was going to gather the food and put it inside, but he didn’t. The next morning, I was cleaning up some messes, when I found all of the foil neatly piled in a stack with a rock placed on it to hold them down. The potatoes and corn were gone and I thought the guy had eaten them until he woke up and went to get the food from the fire. He asked me what I did with them and I pointed at the foil asking if he had done this. He thought maybe someone else in the group maybe woke up early and ate them, but no one had. Any wild animal would make a mess of the foil, so it was a mystery to me.

At that time, there was an ongoing search for a man who had left a mental institution, he wasn’t dangerous, but feared for his life as he thought hitmen were after him. To survive in the wild, he was breaking into cabins and stealing things he needed. He was known for leaving kind notes of apology telling the home owner he is harmless and doesn’t want to cause fear from his break in. He would sometimes visit houseboats, posing as a camper and sitting and talking with people without them knowing who he is. I thought that some of the activity and missing food from coolers on the front of the boat might have been from him, but I couldn’t understand how he could walk around in pitch black without a flashlight. Also, after he stopped living in the wild, he told his story in a newspaper article and I don’t think he ventured into the Narrows area, he had a few hidden camps and sank boats with rocks to hide them until he needed to boat into town in disguise to buy supplies. He did say in the article he had encounters with Sasquatch but didn’t want to talk about that.

I did notice that there have been Sasquatch sightings at the Narrows from a sightings database. I never smelled the awful smell at Widgeon creek, and I think the one at the houseboat wanted us to get in the boat so he could  forage  the campsite for food, sort of his way of flushing us out. I did hear branches breaking the odd time up the mountain, but never thought anything about it. 

If you google satellite image of these co-ordinates, 49.379753,-122.668118, you will find an interesting feature which does look like a large Sasquatch. You can decide for yourself, I haven’t been able to find another photo to compare to see if the anomaly is not there in photos from other dates, so who knows, but I did hear them going off into that direction sometimes so an interesting satellite image.

   Having all of those experiences, and not knowing it at the time, many feelings came to me after I began realizing that I was having very unique experiences at Widgeon creek. My cousin did these tours for 8 years and went there hundreds of times, never had anything strange happen. But there was a 6 year gap from when he did the tours, until I started to do them so perhaps the young teens on my tour weren’t old enough to play around the trail. When he did the tours, he never experienced anything like what I did, just lots of bear encounters which is normal for that area. Also, many events were subtle and could be missed or not thought of as strange, as they did sound very human and there weren’t ever any large footprint from full grown adult Sasquatch. I would only have to see one adult footprint to change the way I looked at these experiences, but that never happened so Sasquatch just wasn’t in my mind at all.

  I hope to go back there and maybe I will encounter my secret friends, more grown up, maybe they will remember me, if they are still there. People can have Sasquatch encounters and not even know it’s happening if one doesn’t know antics and signs.

I was on a regular schedule with these tours, always doing the same thing predictably and always handing out apples, other fruit, snacks. If these Sasquatch people found my tours interesting, they could see me arrive in the parking lot with my van and trailer of canoes and be ready for me.  It is amazing how close they came to me without me knowing and how vocal they were. I wonder what would’ve happened if I chose to go talk to them while they were making obvious sounds for us. 

   Thanks for reading , Peace, John.

SunBôw’s reply:

Thank you very much John for sharing your excellent report documenting your multiples encounters with Sasquatch. Yours is the most extensive and detailed account we have received at SCENIC so far, among nearly four hundred, so I highlighted it in our featured posts. I know your stories to be genuine and authentic, as you describe accurately so many of the same behaviors and interactions I and countless other witnesses have described. Out of all places on Earth, I can testify from the statistics, as from my own experiences on the grounds, that BC and especially its southwestern part, is the region with the highest Sasquatch activity, encounters and reports.

That’s where it all started for me in October 1981, when I had my first close encounter by the Fraser River. They kept contacting me sporadically over the years, to test my reactions. Then in 2014 it became ongoing and in 2015, I was finally ready for profound communications and long term friendship. But like you, as for everyone, it took me many years to start figuring out what was going on, and actually decades of preparation to be ready to meet them and communicate with these Elder teachers.

As you wrote so eloquently: ”People can have Sasquatch encounters and not even know it’s happening if one doesn’t know antics and signs.” It is the case more often than thought, as the majority of people don’t pay attention nor notice, or brush it off and explain away the phenomena, due to cognitive dissonance or fear of ridicule. Also, many witnesses don’t have sufficient interest nor know where to report, so the reports represent only the tiny tip of the gigantic iceberg of real encounters.

You have observed how they can come in an invisible form, glide at full speed through the forest or teleport, leaving most observers puzzled and dumbfounded, when not afraid, unless again they ignore it or brush it off. These are some of the wonders these amazing teachers can do. Your accounts are particularly interesting because they document not only multiple encounters, but also involving multiple witnesses from around the world, while genuinely documenting their reactions.

It seems to me like the Sasquatch, and they confirm, have chosen you as ambassador to facilitate contacts between their people and our human people, as the encounters are increasing exponentially worldwide. The words of the Native Elder you met echo with those of many I have met, and indeed, it is a rare gift that is not offered to all, as you noted not everyone visiting the area had the same experiences. The Sasquatch manifest to whom they choose and it is never a random choice. They have obviously been contacting you for developing communication and it is up to you to accept this honor and engage in that special, sacred and enlightening journey of learning.

The flower art you describe is one particular form of nature art the Sasquatch use for communication, apart from tree structures, stick arrangements, stone circles or stacks, weavings or other signs of their presence and intelligence. Interestingly, our friends and namely Brian Bland, has documented regularly on a neighboring lake some similar floral and fern arrangements. From my observations on the grounds in several parts of the world, it seems like the local clans develop and transmit their own cultural practices, and these flower decorations left as gifts seem common in that area.

In BC Interior, the Sasquatch showed me how they make spirit plates, a tradition practiced by many Native tribes, which in its simplest natural form consist of a floral arrangement on a portable piece of bark, as explained in this article on gifting. Depending on locations, their cultural traditions and behaviors vary, as do their level of interaction with humans, since each clan and individual are different and have their own free will, as you noticed the difference between Shushwap and Widgeon Creek.

Concerning the naming of the locations, since there are thousands of documented reports in BC alone, most often mentioning the locations, since there should be no hunters in a protected area, and since big ape hunters have been highly unsuccessful trying to trick someone smarter than them who can poke their back without them seeing him, I concluded that this information should be safe to disclose publicly.

Thank you again John, for your inspiring work in documenting your experiences and that of other witnesses around you, for our collective enlightenment and the benefit of all who wish to learn from our Forest Elders, the Spirit Keepers of Nature. Thanks also for the photo, which is indeed very interesting. Just like they appear visually at times, they do show up on some images when they feel right about it. It is no coincidence if you were the one to find this image of a place you interacted with them.

Feel free to send us more about your learning journey, when inspired. The Sasquatch rejoice to see this knowledge disclosed. Best blessings on your walk with the Elders…