CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING
Episode 17 by Bigfoot Book Series Author Richard Rensberry
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I breakfast on the remaining fruits left over from my trip. I am excited about getting the electricity turned on and the well primed, everything up and running later in the day. But first, I have time for a nostalgic trek into my newly inherited forest. I can still recall some of the game trails and the trees in which I had built platforms and forts as a kid. I had spent so much time in these wilds back then, I still know them better than the streets of nearby towns like Atlanta or Mio.
Are all my childhood friends still out and about, I wonder? Were they figments of my imagination or real? I am starting to get the idea from Cecil’s journals that they were equally as real as my adult life spent in San Francisco, for the simple reason those four decades lost in the city are now fading away and seeming more imaginary than my childhood.
As I enter the cedars where the spring feed creek gurgles and giggles it way south toward the AuSable River, the autumn air is heavy and laden with dampness. Dew droplets trickle down my arms and neck as I part the cedar bows and follow the wending stream. ( Continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )