The Highlight of My Day

My boys, the man-of-the-house and I regularly go on day-long road trips on the weekends.  Today was no different; just a typical day for us.  We decided to drive into the mountains above a nearby town.  We had driven about two hours on logging roads until we reached our destination, or at least as close as we could get by vehicle.  The point of our day trip to Clear Lake today was to see if we could find a hiking trail that would take us to the lake since there is no road access to it.

We were enjoying the view, eating our sack lunches and trying to map out the best way to get to the lake when we heard something that sounded like a radio and people talking.  This would all seem totally normal except we were so far out in the middle of nowhere, chances were slim that we had happened upon other people.  Plus, the radio in our truck had quit working an hour ago since we were in such a remote part of the forest.  

After some time of listening and wondering where the radio voices were coming from, we discovered this peeking over some bushes:

We stood there listening for quite some time and discovered the man was talking to someone on a walkie-talkie.  I guess you could say we were snooping.  But really, we had nothing better to do, and what in the world was this guy doing, anyway?  

Turns out, he was talking via radio to another man who was parking cars at the Puyallup Fair.  The parking guy wished he could be there because he knew, "This is the weekend."  He could feel it.  Turns out, the pair are Sasquatch hunters.  That's right.  Big Foot, ladies and gentlemen.  

The real deal.  Although it seems to me that with all this equipment to detect sounds and movement or whatever he would have at least noticed the curious family of four peering at him from 100 feet away...Nope.  

I do have one little tip for this guy, though:  If I were an elusive creature,  I'd spend my days hiding out in the hundreds of thousands of forested acres in Washington without road access.  

Also, if I were hunting elusive creatures I would want more up-to-date equipment than an over-sized antenna from 1976.  But that's just me.

On another note, we stopped for a few minutes to pick some mountain berries.  They look { and taste } just like regular blueberries.  There was one bush that produced more of a pear-shaped berry than a round one, and the pear-shaped ones were definitely more sour tasting.  After the stomach aches the four of us have had the last few hours, I'd say we probably shouldn't have eaten the pear-shaped blueberries.  And now we know.

Maybe we should go back and warn the Big Foot hunter?