Paranormal events in Zion Park, Utah, by Leanna R. Saylor

Paranormal events in Zion Park, Utah, by Leanna R. Saylor:

Note: Leanna R. Saylor, author of Sasquatch People Guardians of the Earth, Memoirs of a Sasquatch Experiencer, recently sent us the following report.

An astonishing, paranormal event took place in Hurricane, UT where my husband, Dave and I took a week-long trip to Zion National Park. Hurricane is one of the centrally located towns among the national parks, so we stayed in Hurricane at the Comfort Inn Hotel.

The first thing on our list early the next morning was to visit Zion National Park. We headed in the direction of the largest park entrance offering ample accommodations, such as parking, restrooms, a large interpretive center and several rock and gem shops.

Additionally, there was access to shuttle buses which were free, plentiful and available to take tourists from one trail head to another. Trailheads were everywhere with varying degrees of hike-ability, from easy to difficult with the promise of waterfalls and vistas of famous rocks and buttes. It was early Spring, so new plants and shoots were everywhere, dotting the red soil and rocks with vibrant shades of green.

After we parked in the main area, we discovered an unprecedented overcrowding of tourists. It would be two hours before we would board a shuttle bus. It was not to our liking, and we learned later that there is a new tendency for tourists to “over love” our National Parks. Crowded national parks is a real problem now.

So, we decided to visit the interpretative center and gift shop. We were not away for very long, maybe only 20 minutes. When we got back to our car to leave, I noticed something very odd…

Strange fingerprints were deliberately marked on the car. They were easy to spot because our rental car was black, and the fingerprints were yellowish. They seemed to be carefully printed with the powdery soil below our feet, a soil that is everywhere and looks like powdery sandstone. Large finger and thumb prints with dermal swirls and deep dermal channels dotted the doors around the handles, side mirrors, windows and on top over the door frame. The prints on top of the door frame were pointed down toward the ground. You would need to lie on top of the roof to be able to make those prints. Strangely too, most of the prints were on the passenger side of the car where I was riding. Although, there were some on the driver’s side.

We stood looking dumbfounded at the prints. They appeared to be made from the powdered sandstone in which we were parked and standing. There was a strange catch to these prints; however, it looked as though the prints were made with a slurry that had dried, as if water was stirred into the powdery soil to make a paste for dipping and finger painting.

Clever as heck, if you think about it. Additionally, there were mishaps on the windows and door where it looked like slurry had dripped leaving round, dried circles, and in some cases the slurry ran down the window leaving behind a flow of dried mud. One of the sets of fingerprints had furry tips!

When I saw the prints, I was horrified and understood instantly that “Yes, these were made by Sasquatch!” I rubbed them off to protect “them” from being detected by humans. I don’t quite know why I thought it would ever cross anyone else’s mind that mud prints on a car were evidence of Sasquatch…?

That evening, when I realized what I had done that I wiped away a gift from the Sasquatch People, I asked them from my heart to please remake these fingerprints. I thanked them for what they made for me, and I was sorry for rubbing them off. But, how did they know I had been wanting for the longest time to see actual Sasquatch prints on my car?

That next morning the fingerprints were back again, dotting the car in the same place and same manner as the day before! In my heart, I thanked them for the gift. I felt so honored to have my request granted by these loving “nature beings.”

It was early morning. The sky was blue, and there were clouds in the sky. The air was teetering between comfortable and chilly. We headed out towards a less crowded Zion Park entrance, fingerprints and all. We drove through some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen and were up pretty high, elevation wise. Up here the air was chilly. There was ice and snow along the edges of the road. We looked around for a while and found a parking lot with a trail head designated as an official wilderness area. We parked and began walking, taking in the breath-taking views of the huge, colorful rock formations jutting out from the trees nearby.

Along the trail, there were lots of different plants to see. It was Spring, and it was green everywhere you looked. Cactus plants cropped up along the trails, something we have rarely seen coming from the Pacific Northwest. We continued hiking with great excitement, as we were in “designated wilderness.” Woo-Hoo!

We came to a place along the trail where there were a number of sun-bleached, silver sticks and small branches. I had been planning to create a stick glyph to the side of one of the paths for Sasquatch as a thank you for the fingerprints. Glyphs serve several purposes for Sasquatch. For example, they are symbols, like Norwegian Runes that ask questions or give answers. They can represent a family or community as in a totem used by Native Americans or a family crest as represented historically by the British. They can also let other Sasquatch groups know about food sources, i.e., fish are biting, berries are ripe, and the like. A glyph can also be filled with the ‘intention’ of the maker, as in my case. My intention was to ‘connect’ and let them know I appreciated the finger paintings…

So, I used the sun-bleached sticks and fashioned a modest but artistic stack in a sort of geometric design. I was satisfied the glyph looked aesthetic, as well as intentional and hoped it would get their attention if they happened to be walking on this trail.

As we continued further a short distance, something caught Dave’s eye off to the side of the trail that looked like scat. It was huge. It was the size of a basketball sliced right in half, convex side up. He poked it apart a little with a good, long stick to see what kind of animal could have deposited this? It looked rather human… Except for its huge proportions. It probably weighed 8 pounds or more… I quietly mentioned to Dave this could be Sasquatch scat… He admitted, “You never know. There is so much more to this world than we are aware.”

Later that afternoon back at the hotel, Dave used google to research the existence of bears in Zion National Park. He found there are never bear sightings in this area. Bears don’t seem to live out here. He tried elk but found no record of them. There are, however, deer, rabbits, snakes and other smaller creatures. None of these animals could have made this scat, nor could a human have been capable of making such a pile. It was much too large. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself!

Dave and I had planned to be up by midnight and drive out to an area where there were no streetlights to search the desert skies for the Milky Way. We had left Hurricane earlier that morning and were now staying the night at the Beaver Dam Lodge and Golf Course in Littlefield, Arizona, just a few miles from the border of Mesquite, Nevada. This was our last night of the trip in the High Mojave Desert and would be boarding a plane in Las Vegas bound for home later the next day.

Right on cue, we both woke at midnight and took off driving, seeking an unlit area to pull off the road not too far from the resort. We drove for maybe 3 miles and pulled over, got out of the car and walked maybe 20 yards into the desert. I noticed there were no plants or grass. It was all dirt and rocks.

We settled on a spot and began gazing up at the stars, but at the same time, we noticed a strange sound, startling and other worldly. We continued to star gaze, but the sound was persistent and sounded like a grinding motor. The grinding motor sound was completely unfamiliar to either of us. It sounded like nothing we had ever heard before, and we had nothing in our experience with life to compare it with.

Sometimes it sounded like a pendulum rocking from side to side against tall grass making a Low humming, powerful, whooshing sound. There was an additional, constant motor humming in a deep tone that I did not believe could exist and that I cannot describe. It was a disturbing sound to us both. It made us uneasy, to say the very least. Standing out in the desert at midnight, listening to a foreign and alien sound is a recipe for fright.

Plainly, we did not like the sound, and we could not identify nor match it to anything we had ever heard before. It was too strange. We began worrying about what was making the sound. Perhaps this was a sound echoing from far away, echoing the way sounds do. We could see a highway, miles off in the distance. Maybe the sound was connected to that moving traffic so far, far away.

Steading ourselves, we strove to be calm, cool and collected. We continued looking upwards searching for the Milky Way. The sky was clear except for a light haze of clouds reflecting light from the towns below. Only a few stars could be seen. It was becoming clear; we were not going to find the Milky way, not tonight anyway.

We were starting to give up and head back to the resort, when the humming and whooshing got louder. It sounded like it was coming from overhead. I looked skyward but could not see anything except the few scattered stars. Although I could not see anything unusual overhead, I somehow “knew” something was there. I felt eerie; like we were being watched. We got very nervous. The unpleasant grating motor sound got louder and louder. It sounded like it was descending lower and lower. I looked up again but could not see a thing. At the same time, I knew beyond a doubt the sound was coming from overhead and possibly a UFO.

I wondered how near we were to Area 51? A controversial plot of land owned by the U. S. Air Force, a facility within the Neveda Test and Training Range, where it is believed the U.S.A.F. are hiding UFO secrets from the public. I got a strong sense we were not that far away…

Suddenly, Dave said, “Let’s get in the car. No use standing out here anymore. It’s too light out to see anything.” Quickly, we headed for the car, clamored in and slammed the doors shut. With a big sign of relief, we headed back to the Beaver Dam Resort, crawled into bed and slept the best sleep of our lives.

Thank you so much for having such a professional forum for experiencers to post heart felt work with Sasquatch. I appreciate it so much…