By: Jim Myers
Monday, April 11, 2016
The event with Ron Morehead was a resounding success, and we had our largest crowd yet at around 120, down at the Table Mountain Inn in Golden. Ron spoke on "Quantum Bigfoot", which (in short) is an attempt to explain much of the "paranormal" or unexplainable phenomena that can occur in the world of Bigfoot research. Ron shared a number of strange experiences they'd encountered in the Sierra Nevadas while doing their research: strange lights in the forest, unexplainable sounds, footprints that seemed to stop in the middle of nowwhere and "disappear", and even what could be described as "shape-shifting" among the bigfoots. I had a couple of lengthy conversations with Ron on this whole topic, and how it relates to spirituality. There is definitely an element of the unexplainable when you delve deep enough into this world of seeking to understand this "Forest Tribe" of people.
Yesterday is a case in point: Several of us, including Ron and Kari his fiancee, Dr Al Guinn, and his friend Travis spent a couple of hours hiking around Kenosha pass looking for any signs of Sasquatch activity. We didn't find anything of consequence while we were hiking, but something strange occurred on the way home. We'd parted ways with Ron and Keri, who were continuing on from there to the Springs to visit friends. I was driving our car, and two friends followed us in their jeep. We were about 1/3 of the way down the mountain when I suddenly felt a very uncomfortable and alarming sensation. I said to everyone in the car, "I think I'm going to pass out", and immediately pulled off the road and stopped the car. The jeep behind us followed suit, and we all sat there for a second. As I began to recover from the episode (whatever it was), I realized that where I'd pulled off was the only place I COULD have pulled off for the next couple of miles, as from that point forward it was a steep incline with guard rails all the way down. 2 seconds further and I could have hit the guard rail, or just stopped in the middle of hwy 285 with cars bearing down at high speed behind us. As Doc Guinn checked my pulse, his friend Travis got out of the car to look around. There's a stream that flows through the canyon, and Travis noticed some tracks that came down the side of the mountain in the snow, went through the icy stream and came up to our side. As he got closer he realized that they weren't hoof prints, but looked bi-pedal. The slope at the point is so steep that no deer or elk in its right mind would have attempted a descent, nor any human for that matter. But something HAD come down there, and it looked like it was walking on two legs. Having just spent two hours in the woods looking for signs of Sasquatch, it was an uncanny coincidence that at the very spot where my mini-crisis occurred we found tracks. I don't have a copy of the photos, but I'll post them as soon as Travis sends them to me. Incidentally, I've felt completely normal since that time yesterday. Strange, huh?