I think it all began when I saw the movie The Legend of Boggy Creek. There is a scene in the movie when someone is sitting on the, ahem, toilet and the arm of Bigfoot reaches in the window. It was horrifying!
In 1993, while driving across country for field camp we stopped in and around Mercer Pennsylvania for the night. I was keenly aware that there had been a sighting of the beast, in my childhood during a visit to my grandmother's in Erie, PA. I was anxious. While everyone relaxed on the coin operated vibrating bed, I was alert. Listening for any sign, that I may be privy to him. But nothing.
In 1996 I moved across country to attend graduate school. I did some field work around Mt. St. Helen's. The mountains and forests of Washington State is THE place for Bigfoot. My friend had given me a book, written by a man who had walked these very mountains in search of. As I lay in my tent I strained my ears. I saw banana slugs but no clumps of super smelly hair or ginormous foot prints. But not for lack of trying.
I have not traveled much since those days, but last night while watching Monster Quest it all came flooding back. The classic footage from the 1960's of him striding through a river in California. The Legend of Boggy Creek. My obsession. I wonder if I am obsessed with the mystery of it all and if in fact he was ever discovered I would be deeply disappointed.
In any event, I am glad to be reunited with my ridiculous obsession.