When it comes to a big animal out in the wild, there doesn't seem to be one that can maintain *elusiveness* like sasquatch. Despite thousands of sightings, etc., we still can't seem to locate them. When I say "we", I mean mainstream science. There are dozens and dozens who seem to have them hang out in their backyards. But for whatever reason, it seems our mystery is here to stay. It's kind of an art form at this point. And you either love it, finding beauty in the mystery, the sightings, the phenomenon or you don't. I mean, who isn't intrigued by things like the PGF, for example. It's Patty, for goodness sake!
That we continue to have the mystery is not a bad thing, in my opinion. It's easy to say yes, yes, we need to solve this once and for all! But there won't be anything easy about it, IF we happen to complete that mission. Let's look at the impact it would have on our belief system. If they are indeed our next closest relatives, where does that put us - and them - on a family tree?
Maybe one day we'll have ALL the answers. In the meantime, we speculate, spar, spit and say all sorts of things. It's all very interesting and at times, entertaining as heck.
I like the art of bigfoot. They are very, very good at it, in my opinion.
Iron Mountain Ridge (IRM) is coming together nicely. I've explored some new areas, which I think readers will like. Eve is doing well, with expansion to Barnes and Noble, Yahoo and several other online retailers. The sale $10.95 for signed copies will continue through the summer! Click on the big button to get yours now!
Now, as promised..........an excerpt from IRM:
"Iron Mountain Ridge
I lurched along the ridgeline, high up. Perilous slopes on either side. I yelled for her to stop but she paid no attention. I knew she was angry and I was determined to make her understand there was no need to be so. And, there was no threat. Of course she saw the threat that was perceived: I had another person with me, David, my husband. I didn’t blame her for feeling this way. It was to be expected and any other reaction would have been unnatural and cause for alarm by me.
“Anna,” David called to me. He was at least fifty yards behind me and not even to the ridge yet. I could hear the confusion and irritation in his voice, but I didn’t answer back. Shut-up, I thought. It will push her further away from us – from me. I’d told him over and over to let me take the lead but he didn’t like it being that way. He would just have to figure it out or we would lose this chance.
I plunged into the tree line just as she let out a warning. Too late and I faced the giant who still haunted my dreams. He stepped out from thick brush and tall trees not forty feet from me. Towering at least eight feet, he was wild and fierce. My breath caught and I skidded to a stop. We faced each other and he began to growl, low and deep. It made my blood turn to ice.
Slowly he moved towards me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he growled so loud and deep that a muffled scream came out instead. That seemed to embolden him and the growl turned into a low, rumbling that I felt clear through to my spine. Involuntarily, I stumbled back; falling over the log I’d just avoided trying to get closer. I landed hard and splayed, my pack flew over my head. The wind was knocked out of me and I gasped. He continued forward, swaying side to side, his steps so heavy, I could feel the ground beneath me shudder with each footfall.
He stopped about twenty feet from me and stood silent and still. I could hear his breath and the remnants of the rumbling from his ferocious growl. My chest was tight and my back ached and slowly, my breath came back but it rasped and hitched with terror. He glared at me with open hostility; his eyes dark and menacing, his giant mouth hung agape in a horrific grimace. Again, he had me cowering with shear and complete fright.
“Stop, please.” My voice cracked, and the trembling cascading through my body came right out in my voice. I began crying.
“I’ll leave…I’m leaving now,” I began pushing myself back, not sure if my legs would hold me. I saw with horror as he stooped, picked up a large rock and chucked it directly at me. At the last second, I rolled to the side as it crashed down on the ground beside me. That was it, no more. He wasn’t going to give and I had to get the hell out of there and fast. He would tear me to shreds in two seconds and I knew he was giving me a chance to leave with my life. Somehow, my breathing still ragged, I sprung to my feet, grabbed my pack and turned towards the trees I’d come from. Before I could take a step, a loud and resounding “whoop” filled the air. I recognized the voice immediately.
Eve was near."
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