My Bigfoot Story

Things go STOMP-STOMP-STOMP in the night, by Dalle 2

I didn’t see anything. That’s the problem, not seeing anything, because seeing is believing, and it’s much easier to believe something if you see it.

I heard something.

I heard something unmistakable.

I heard heavy footsteps, sounding like a giant’s footsteps, pounding the ground, coming through the forest, branches breaking and bushes being trampled.

I heard these footsteps first from a distance, and I was hoping they would just go away.

I was hoping it was only my imagination.

My friend Keith Michelson and I were camping in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area wilderness, a million acre plus tract of pristine forests, glacial lakes, and streams in Northeast Minnesota.

There are only a few entry points into the BWCA, and a limited number of permits awarded each season. I had been canoe camping in the Boundary Waters twice previous, and during each other trip, had not encountered another human being.

Keith and I entered the Boundary Waters just outside of Ely, MN, and there was one other car in the parking lot, with the parking lot being a long portage from the first lake, our entry point. We unpacked the car and portaged our gear and canoe a half mile down a forest path to the entry point.