Reading The Locals On That Life Changing Trip

I bought Thom Powell's The Locals at The Legend Of Bigfoot store in Northern California. I took a chance on it - I was out on a long camping trip of the American West, and I wanted something to read at the campsites by the fire. The cover really intrigued me.

The whole concept of this book was that Sasquatch were the locals in the area, and we were the visitors. They live in the forest, we go there to camp/hike/adventure. They are very familiar with the terrain and area; we were just checking it out. Thom collected stories from so many people, and presented them all, no matter how crazy they might have seemed. There is a subsection of the Sasquatch phenomenon that is frequently referred to as "the woo", and Thom was not hesitant to dive head first into some of the more supernatural aspects of these creatures. Connecting it with UFOs, ghosts, orbs, and a bunch of other out of this world stuff. I loved it; I ate it up. My conspiracy mind loved the "FBI raided my house to get rid of my Bigfoot evidence" story. The habituation stories - Sure, I just feed and chill with Bigfoot all time" - were equally as intriguing. 

What I really remember the most though is my inability to put it down. I remember camping at the rain forest beach spot in Oregon, reading it by the fire. There was light rain; i went in the tent and continued it. those same chills I got when I read the books from the Milford Public Library when I was a kid - "he might be right outside". The possibilities; maybe it was real? 

This book really reignited my love of the subject.