One night, dad and I were on our way back from putting boats
in at Dagger Falls. Our route took us past Stanley into some of the most beautiful
country in Central Idaho. Dagger falls is a cascading waterfall over giant boulders. It is located near the headwaters of the Middle Fork of the Salmon River. The most magnificent feature of the falls
is when you hit it right, you get to see Salmon jumping. Anyone who has
witnessed that will stipulate that the overall experience is mesmerizing.
Every time I went with dad to put boats in the river, whether it was on the Main Salmon or Middle Fork, I felt
sad I couldn't go on the trip. Inflating the boats, loading up the food and
supply boxes, and all the other details of preparation were all part of the
great adventure into the unknown that each trip presented. Everyone looked like
they were having fun–because they were!
After helping the boatmen, dad and I loaded up the truck with odds and ends and headed
out. Our experience in the truck was also a great adventure into the unknown. Every trip on
the road offered something exciting or intriguing or both. Riding along mountain highways and lonely dirt roads was exciting just by itself. The truck used in those
days was a flat-nosed Ryder box truck. It was not huge, but to a young boy, it
was plenty big. I enjoyed riding along and being up high where I could tower
over everyone else on the road. Dad also bought treats for the road that made the
trips fun.
In retrospect, I chuckle about those treats that dad bought. At home, dad was continually on a strict diet of salad and other “healthy”
food that mom seemed determined to make him eat. On the road, health food
seemed not to be allowed. He bought licorice, old-fashioned stick candy, potato
chips, and pop. Dad’s favorite pop was Pepsi. He said that it calmed his upset
stomach. It seemed his stomach was always upset! My favorite was Mello-Yellow.
Drinking that caffeinated beverage made me feel like I was living on the edge.
On our way back, it became late and there was no moon. The
night was pitch-black–so black you couldn't see your hand in front of your
face. Riding in the truck was cool because I could follow the contour of the
road quite a distance because of the headlights beaming out, especially when
they were on high beam. Seeing the dark shapes of the trees and terrain in the
periphery of the headlights was haunting. I imagined what could possibly be out there in the forest, lurking in the shadows. I shivered at the thought. No doubt, bears and mountain lions were out there just waiting for a chance to chew my leg off!
Just as we passed Clayton, a small bump-in-the-road town
along the upper Salmon River, we rounded a bend in the road just as a creature
stood up from a crouching position on the right side of the road. The river was
on our left. When we first spotted the creature, it was at the furthest reaches
of the headlights out in front of us, but dad hit the brakes and slowed down quickly.
Damn! What is that?! dad yelled. I was speechless.
The creature looked our direction and then walked across the
highway. His face was level with mine. The creature’s body was dark and
appeared to be covered in long hair. He had long arms and as he strode across the
road, his arms swung at his side in long, methodical movements. The creature
seemed to be bored with our presence even though he looked at us for a moment and
then looked in front of him and seemed intent on getting across the road.
At the other side of the highway, the creature disappeared
into the trees. Dad was silent for a moment and then he said, “Jeff, did you
see that thing we just passed?” “He strode across this two-lane highway in only
about six steps!”
All I could muster were a few words and grunts of
affirmation. Not only did I have shivers going up my spine, the hair was
standing straight up on the back of my neck. “That had to be Bigfoot,” I said.
“No doubt about it,” dad said in a stern voice. I could tell
he was nervous and a bit mystified. “We just saw Bigfoot!”