It was one of those country roads just out of the grasp of suburbia. There is the slow yet deliberate pace of houses and cement being replaced frame by frame as we drive by with more and more grass and tree lined yards, which seem to push the houses farther back from the road as well. The last vestiges of suburbia were lost upon the dirt road we turned onto. Under the weight of our squatch mobile the crunchy gravel fought and kicked, giving up dust that was hanging in the rear-view mirror just long enough to hide the road behind. The guys from Fathom Frontiers were on the move again, and no Cub Scout campers were going to stop us.
Our destination was familiar to us both, having been there a few times as kids, but this time, a couple decades later, we were arriving with a purpose more important than stuffing faces with dogs and burgers.
This past Saturday in Northeast Ohio was a wonderful spring day. It was one of those rare days where the balance of blue and white puffy clouds leaned slightly more in favor of blue, yet with just enough clouds to make it worth the time to look up and appreciate the beauty as it poured into your soul. I could not help but feel the electric blue blanket of electric warmth slid across my arms flushing them with hair rising tingles through my fingertips.
Seeing as I had to work until 4:30pm, I had prepped a few items earlier in the morning. It is in the realm of possibility that someone may have thought they saw a ghost as I flew out of the door at 4:30pm and 10 seconds.
Alan and I grabbed a quick bite to eat, and rolled out. As we arrived we were slightly dismayed, as the parking lot was nearly full. We soon found out that they were all there for a Cub Scout camp out, and we quickly tried to figure out if this could somehow actually be a benefit for us.
The trail, about four feet wide, and marked with ground up gravel, was only about a half mile in length, and looped around, but at about a quarter mile in, you find the top of the steps, many steps, that lead down to the river below. Pausing at a bench near the top of the steps, we paused to appreciate the incredible view. This is a major part of Bigfooting for us; the amazing feeling and soul touching experience of being out here. We made our way down the steps, to scout below. Check out the incredible view in the video below.
The river was relatively low, but fast moving, we were really on a scouting mission, and determined that with the river, close proximity of plenty of farm land and what is really a vein of forest that ruins with the Grand River, a Bigfoot could travel many miles with minimal risk of detection. Speaking of the river, Jesse wanted to test out his new camera and it’s durability.
As dusk began to fall we made our way back to the car, and grabbed some gear for our evening observation. Since this is a part of the Lake Metroparks, and we didn’t apply to camp overnight, we had to be gone by 11:00pm, so it wasn’t going to be a long night. We headed back to the bench just before the stairs, and at first sat down and stayed quiet and simply relaxed for about 15 minutes. This is a good way to allow yourself to acclimate to your surroundings, and let nature cozy up and settle back in around you.
As the sun set behind a ridge off to our right, we heard what seemed to be three sets of two deep resounding wood knocks. A few more potential wood knocks, and other than an occasional owl, would be all we heard that night. We had a wonderful vantage point, and used the thermal almost the whole time, sweeping the river valley below.
Though this night for real intense action was lacking, we were able to scout out an area where we believe is a high likelihood for Bigfoot activity, and we are planning on more advanced research and plenty of time to be spent here. See you in the field!