Mid-Late September 2011 Edition
|Yours Truly on PGF Site, with "Big Trees" in the Background, 2011.|
There have been some very exciting and interesting developments in the BLUFF CREEK FILM SITE PROJECT endeavors since we stopped filming last year. Certain tribulations have occurred, not the least of which has been the absolute impossibility of getting all of us together on-site once again. We'll be up there at the PGF site next month, and there will be another batch of videos for all of you. Though none of us fully agree on the location, and though there is no absolute proof yet, we have settled our sights on the upper sandbar area. At first we called it the "Barackman" site, as it was Cliff who told us of James Bobo Fay being there with Bob Gimlin in 2003 and settling on that area as the most likely, according to his memory of the much-changed location. As of early this year we are calling it the Gimlin Site (or perhaps the Gimlin-Bobo-Barackman Site, though that seems a little laborious).
|View of the Dahinden-Gimlin "X" spot, from downstream.|
This is the area indicated by Gimlin in 2003 as that of the first sighting.
Photo by Steven Streufert, 2011
|View of the Dahinden-Gimlin "X" spot, from upstream.|
Wherever Perez has indicated on the ground, this is the spot marked in his book.
Photo by Steven Streufert, 2010.
|Here is a very rough diagram showing one proposed track-way|
of the P-G Film subject, with the "aerial shot" superimposed,
including the Titmus-proposed after-tracking up the hill.
(Excuse our transgression of the contour line at upper left.)
|Fascinating composite by Bill Munns from Patterson footage.|
Start with Munns' post #925 et seq. for the whole story, as well as some wonderful panoramic montages Bill has made from the film here on THE BIGFOOT FORUMS, THE MUNNS REPORT.
|The PGF Site, perspective lines drawn by Steven Streufert, on MK Davis' inset.|
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Next blog entry I'll have an account of the trip I took with my nine year old daughter to the PGF site. She toughed it out, even through the mile-long slog up and down the now-closed road spur down to the site, even past the bear tracks and bushwhacking through dense regrown forest down in the sandbar area. She only faltered when she saw the innumerable spiders hopping among the creek rocks. Arachnophobia!!
|Travis McHenry, Bluff Creek, 2011. Self-photographed, in heroic idiom.|
|Thom Cantrall, photographed by Steven Streufert, 2011.|
Click the image to the right if you need to enlarge it, and view just where Timmy boy drives his cab vs. where I happen to spend 24 hours of my day, in Bigfoot Country, USA.
NOTE: I've recovered the idiotic things that Timothy Fasano said on Facebook. They amount to slander, but anyway.... Ugh. See the COMMENTS section below this blog entry for what he said, and what some prominent Bigfooters said in response.
Text and Photos by Travis McHenry, 2011.
Copyright if he wishes, so ask him.
Read Travis' earlier Guest Blogger spot, wherein he became stranded in the Bluff Creek snow, HERE.
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During the first week of June my wife and I attempted to reach Bluff Creek, but were forced to turn back nine miles short of our goal due to thick snow on the roads. I couldn’t go on existing without seeing the Patterson-Gimlin Film Site for myself, so during Labor Day weekend, I decided to return to Humboldt County and try to reach the site again. This time, I would be heading into the woods completely alone.
|Hard at work reviewing my maps at Louse Camp|
|Hard at work at Louse Camp|
|At Bigfoot Books, earlier in 2011.|
|Can You Find the Blobsquatch?|
|Upper Bluff Creek|
|The KIA at the pullout for 12N13H|
|12N13H sign. The "H" stands for Hell.|
|A very beautiful hike down 12N13H|
|"In the hoofsteps of Bob."|
|Rockslide on 12N13H. Very dangerous area.|
|Overlooking the lower sandbar|
|I nearly died crossing this creek. It was very steep and treacherous|
|Campsite at Bat Boxes Landing|
|One of the Bat Boxes|
|The root balls identifying the lower sandbar.|
|Gravel bar at the lower sandbar|
|Area around the lower sandbar|
|Area around the lower sandbar, again.|
|Area around the lower sandbar, upstream more.|
|Strange track I found at the lower sandbar.|
Finding Bigfoot, or FROM Bigfoot?
|Headed toward the upper sandbar|
|Is THIS the "Big Tree"?|
|Stump on the upper sandbar.|
|More stumps on the sandbar. Do THESE match with those seen in the PGF?|
|Area around the upper sandbar|
|Area of the upper sandbar. The Patterson-Gimlin Film Site is right up there!|
|The Bowling Alley|
|Pool at the bend in the creek. I went swimming here. It was cold, but amazing!!|
|The rock cliff around the bend in Bluff Creek.|
It was time to celebrate!
|Trees at the Patterson-Gimlin Film Site|
|Sandbar across from the rock cliff. I found cougar tracks here!|
But I didn’t die. Instead, I went around the bend to get a closer look at the rock cliff and found a bunch of cougar tracks in the sand. There were several sandy areas surrounding the bend in the creek, but none of them contained humanoid tracks. I spent an hour or so in this area quietly investigating my surroundings, meditating, swimming, and taking pictures. I did all of this naked, and I’d like to explain why.
|Trees overlooking the bend in the creek.|
I can’t say for certain whether or not my methods were successful; but at the very least, if a Bigfoot was watching me while I was at Bluff Creek, it saw a vulnerable, peaceful human making a gesture of friendship. And that’s something I can build upon in future visits.
|Downed trees in the Bowling Alley|
Then began what I like to call The Bluff Creek Death March. The hike back up 12N13H taught me why it has the letter “H” attached. It means Hell. Living. Breathing. Hell. It was very hot, and the sun was still high, and I was already dehydrated from the hike down to the creek. I had only one bottle of water for a 2.4 mile uphill hike. I knew I had to carefully ration my remaining water, try to stay in the shade, and walk slowly to control my heart rate. The weight of my pack, made heavier by the full bottle of champagne, was like a two ton chain pulling me toward the earth. I trudged up the mountain one slow step at a time. It was brutal. Toward the end of the road, I stopped sweating and my heartbeat was irregular so I knew I was going into heatstroke. I felt like I might die soon, so I took a chance and started running the rest of the way until I reached the car. My lungs nearly collapsed. But that didn’t matter. I had air conditioning. And water. Ahhhh.
|Bluff Creek Bridge|
|Pensively sitting beside Bluff Creek|
|Channeling General MacArthur storming the shore of Bluff Creek.|
Hu-man kick me out from book store. He find me when he come back, and me here after drink whole box of beer. He drag me with rope from truck and dump in forest. He not appreciate me write blog for him, and me only ask cookie and beer. Him complain about mess I make, but me consider that decorating. Plus store smell better with Bigfoot pheromone. Him maybe even attract hu-man female friend. He no thank me. Hu-man never grateful!
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