![]() ![]() As each minute of silence passes, it feels more and more like I should have left him at home. Saad keeps his back perfectly straight and stares straight ahead. We flew into Sacramento this morning instead of Portland because it’s closer, and we wouldn’t have to wait another day until the next flight into Medford. Maybe we used up all the conversation on the flight from Cleveland. Some kind of folk music plays between static crackles. In the distance, far from any roads or trails, I can see pristine old-growth patches of western hemlock and Douglas fir. ![]() Just trees on either side of the highway, broken up by the odd rocky outcropping or pond filled with cattails and floating logs. Sanderson, “The Story of America’s Abominable Snowman,” True, 1969 What did startle him, however, was that these footprints were of a naked foot of a distinctly human shape and proportion but, by actual measurement, a whopping 16 inches long! ![]()
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