Through the Woods: A Thanksgiving Encounter with Bigfoot

I was eleven when I realized that monsters in the woods were real. I learned this while visiting my grandmother for Thanksgiving in 1989. The woods of the Pacific Northwest hold something in them—something large and very frightening. At least, they can seem to be.

Coming from the breadbasket in the heart of the country, where the land is as flat as a pancake, the mountains and valleys of the Pacific Northwest, where my grandmother lived, seemed dark and dreary in the late fall. Still, they were beautiful and full of mystery.

Here is my story…