Bigfoot Sighting

I mentioned in my last post that I have seen Bigfoot.  And it’s true.  Here’s how if all went down.

Come back with me, if you will, to approximately July 1989.  I’m sitting in the middle row seat on the left side of a mini van.  Karen (my mom’s bff)  is driving, my mom is in shotgun, Tim, Chris and possibly Rachel and/or Shannon are in the back two rows as well.   We are winding our way through Eastern Washington, if I remember right we were on our way back from either Enchanted Parks (the one where you climb through the terrifying witches head and slide down her tongue to get out – shudder) or K-Mart, where I would have just acquired my Maggie Simpson t-shirt.  Anyway, I’m gazing at the mountain range on the left, when I see something similar to this:

running along the top of the mountain range.  I can tell it’s huge, because there were electric/telephone poles up there to compare it to, and it’s fast.  As in, kept up with the pace of the van.    So, I ask, “What’s that?”  Everyone (but Karen – driving after all) looks over, and spots this creature.  We all kinda freaked out, lost our heads, what not. 

So, as soon as we got home, we told my dad and Allen.  Do I need to tell you they didn’t believe us?  It’s just the kind of story my dad would come up with and have us tell my mom.  (Maybe sometime I’ll tell you about how he was imprisoned as a baby and knocked out the guards with his bottles.)  So, after much fruitless convincing, we gave up and were put to bed.

Later that night, the adult types were watching the news, and Chris (who was quite little, about 5) came out for water.  At that moment, the newscasters started talking about a Sasquatch sighting in the mountain range.   Complete with footage.  Chris looks at the screen and yells, “That’s it!  That’s what we saw!”  My dad was sold.  Now he has his own Sasquatch stories from camping in Montana….but this is the same guy who calls himself the baby bottle bandit.