“I’ve written and talked enough about this thing. Now I’ve got a chance to put it all to the test. I’ve just got to take it, haven’t I?” – Dr. John Rollason, The Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas
That is primarily what I advised my wife, albeit far less eloquently than the great Peter Cushing, once I informed her I used to be assembly up with a man I had been speaking to on Fb to go tenting in a single day deep in the Adirondacks. I really like camping, I’m fascinated with Bigfoot, but being a guy from New York City, I don’t have a lot opportunity to indulge stated pursuits. However hitting middle age does something to a person, and for me, that something is deciding to drive virtually Four hours due north, strap a 50-pound backpack full of drugs to my again, and hike into the woods with a man I never met to see what mysteries nature holds.
I first met Josh Diaz via a Fb group for New York tenting fanatics. I’ve been a member of the group for some time, observing others doc their camping experiences, however never really collaborating. In mid-April, Josh posted a video of his solo camping trip at Stewart Lake. Having expressed an interest in camping solo myself, however my spouse telling me absolutely not as a result of I’m an inexperienced klutz deciding towards it, I made a decision to observe Josh’s video and reside vicariously by means of him. The video hooked me instantly, with Josh’s amicable, funny, witty yet educated character immediately coming by way of. I clicked “Like” on the video. Then I made a decision to comment. And the rest, as they say, is history. After just a little forwards and backwards, Josh graciously provided to point out me some spots to camp in the Adirondacks, and over the subsequent few weeks, we made plans for an overnight trip collectively. Josh even despatched me detailed options on gear to purchase, a topographical map of the area we’d be mountaineering to, as well as videos and literature on where we have been heading. He also had an curiosity in IPAs, Bigfoot, and the paranormal, which simply made me like the man much more. My wife, thrilled that I used to be not gung-ho on traversing into the wilderness alone to inevitably die of publicity, bought my gear for me (by way of Ebates, in fact), and the trip was on.
I met up with Josh on the morning of Might 25th, transferred my gear to his automotive, and we have been off to acquire breakfast and some last-minute supplies. I had by no means met Josh in individual, and had not even spoken to him on the telephone. We had only exchanged texts and emails, but as quickly as we jumped in the automotive, we hit it off like previous associates. I’m not too good at assembly new individuals, as I am sometimes shy and quiet and pretty awkward, so this entire thing was an enormous deal for me. But Josh made me really feel right at house, as he shared tales about all the locations he’s lived (he grew up in Lawrence and Lowell MA, the place my in-laws are from), the places he’s camped, where we have been heading, and so on. Inevitably, the subject of Bigfoot and the paranormal got here up, since I’m a mystical investigator and all, and that’s really the only fascinating thing about me (sorry women, I’m taken).
For me, this trip had a couple of totally different purposes. Sure, I really like tenting, and this was a good way to do some actual deep-woods bush tenting, something I haven’t executed since I used to be a wee lad in the Boy Scouts. Nevertheless it was additionally a approach for me to branch out of my comfort zone and meet new individuals, and make a new good friend. And I now think about Josh an excellent pal, certainly. Lastly, the probability to get out into the woods, especially in a spot like the Adirondacks, to see what (if any) strange experiences I might have was just means too interesting. I didn’t look forward to finding Bigfoot. I wasn’t even actively on the lookout for Bigfoot. Nevertheless it was good for me to get out and actually experience true Bigfoot nation.
Statistically speaking, most Bigfoot experiences don’t occur to those who purposely go on the lookout for the massive fella. Like many things in life, the overwhelming majority of Sasquatch sightings occur to individuals once they least anticipate them. So for me, a traditional tenting trip was the option to go. Discovering an area Bigfoot-hunting group that takes issues critically and doesn’t assume every tree-break or twig-snap or tree stump is definitive proof of Bigfoot isn’t straightforward. The parents at the BFRO are nice – I’ve spoken to some very good individuals in their ranks – but I just couldn’t abdomen the hefty price ticket to go marching into the woods with 30 different Bigfoot fanatics like an invading military. So finally, this was a perfect combination of my two passions.
Our vacation spot was Chilly Creek, in the Silver Lake Wilderness, southeast of the small town of Wells, New York. We parked the automotive and have been instantly attacked by swarms of black flies. We doused ourselves in an assorted number of bug sprays, however we might as properly have coated ourselves in sugar. There was no stopping them. Josh was clever enough to deliver some nets for our heads, which truthfully saved the trip. We encountered others who had turned again just because the black flies have been so relentless. Anyway, we strapped our packs to our backs, and began the lengthy, principally uphill hike to our meant campsite. It took about an hour, with a break to relaxation and fixed fly-swatting, however we ultimately made it to Cold Creek, and started establishing camp. I misplaced my tarp along the approach, and ended up having to backtrack most of the trail to see if I might discover it, however I never did. We obtained our tents arrange, collected and chopped firewood, Josh did some fishing, and we chatted with different campers who have been passing via – two guys from Queens, and a household group of 15 from Brooklyn (depart it to me to journey Four hours upstate to run into people who I in all probability work 3 blocks away from), including some very young youngsters. I don’t assume that they had a great night time. Oh, and we had loads of nice beer, specifically Founders Session IPA, Five Boroughs Summer time Ale, and Harpoon Dunkin’ Summer time Coffee Pale Ale.
Our view from camp, Cold Creek
Around the campfire at night time, Josh and I exchanged a few of our spooky tales. Paradoxically, we both kind of had dangerous experiences with the Ghost Hunters TV present, as we each knew individuals who have been asked to lie by the crew. I advised Josh of an eerie, attainable Bigfoot encounter I had back in 2015 in the Hudson River Valley, which I will element in an upcoming publish. But Josh had some really intriguing tales. Some shut relations of his had seen a UFO some years again, in upstate New York. A big, dark round object glided over them, silently, but noticeably blocking out the stars. Certainly one of his shut pals, one night time whereas driving residence from work at about 4am after a snowstorm, came across some youngsters frolicking in the snow, tumbling and enjoying. However these were not abnormal youngsters. They have been coated in hair, walking on 2 legs, and have been clearly not bear cubs. They have been human-like, however clearly not human. They saw the automotive and scurried off into the woods. The same factor occurred the next night time, at about the similar time, 4:00 in the morning. A very unsettling encounter, to say the least. Josh never claimed to have a first-hand expertise, though on one among his solo trips, he did say something giant was walking around his tent one night time, and ran off when he yelled. In all probability a bear, however who is aware of?
Sadly, I didn’t run into Bigfoot on this trip. But I did have a very odd expertise, something I can’t even actually classify. Josh and I turned in for the night time at slightly after 11pm. It had been raining for about 90 minutes by that time, with no signal of letting up. We have been both beat from the hike in, so we determined to name it a night. The hearth was dying, we have been getting wet, and so it was a very good time to take action. It took me a short while to fall asleep, as it usually does once I’m not in my very own mattress, but I was in all probability asleep by midnight. I awakened at around 2:30am, and observed an odd mild outdoors my tent. It was low to the ground, and wasn’t very vibrant. At first, I assumed maybe the hearth had reignited. However it didn’t really act like hearth, and it was still raining fairly steadily. As soon as I received my bearings, I noticed our hearth pit was far more to my left, nearer to Josh’s tent in path. In reality, the brightness and shade resembled the glow of a fireplace, but this was very distinct in shape, with sharp, defined edges. And it wasn’t flickering. Not to point out the hearth had pretty much died out from the rain shortly earlier than I fell asleep at midnight, so reigniting was pretty much an impossibility. I observed this mild had an odd, polygon type of shape. I studied it for a bit, after which grabbed my telephone hoping to take a pic or video. And as I did, the mild vanished. “Weird,” I assumed to myself, and went again to sleep.
My tent is the pink and yellow one, while Josh was in the blue tent. You’ll be able to see where the hearth pit is. The sunshine that I saw appeared to be coming from the left of the giant tree blocking the left a part of my tent in this pic, removed from Josh or our hearth.
At round 4:00am, I awoke once more, and lo and behold, the mild was again. It was nonetheless raining. Couldn’t be the hearth, as I’d dominated that out the first time, and it was nonetheless approach too early to be daylight, particularly so low to the floor, and in such a small, concentrated space. Similar form and position as the first time, too. Again, I studied it, my mind making an attempt to persuade myself that this was simply the hearth, but in addition understanding in my heart that it wasn’t. I’ve camped all my life and know what the mild, muted glow of a fireplace appears like from inside a tent, the sounds the wood makes when it snaps and sizzles. The hearth was silent. It wasn’t a flashlight, some confused hiker misplaced in the night time. I wasn’t seeing things. But again, as I reached for my telephone to doc what I used to be seeing, it disappeared. It simply pale away. I did my greatest to fall again to sleep, which I lastly did till just about 8am, when the family who had passed us the earlier night time was making their approach again out of the space, and waking us up.
A rough drawing of what I noticed. I was in a small, 2-man tent. The sunshine was down in the direction of the foot of my tent, the hearth extra to my left, and Josh’s tent even more so. So it wasn’t the hearth, and wasn’t Josh.
There’s one other detail to the story, but I’m choosing to not share it here. It’s a small element, but I don’t really feel snug sharing it just yet.
So what did I see? It wasn’t Bigfoot. It wasn’t Josh, as I might hear him sleeping and undoubtedly would have heard him if he’d come out of his tent. It wasn’t different campers, as the woods have been quiet, and anybody shifting by means of would have made some quantity of noise. Josh informed me the following morning that he did hear one thing walking round the camp in the night time, however I’d be inclined to assume it was a bear or coyote (which in and of itself can be a bit of odd, contemplating the steady rain, but not out of the realm of risk). Either approach, it wasn’t once I saw the mild, as a result of I heard nothing however rain.
So what was it? I still can’t answer that, and nothing I’ve studied as a mystical investigator matches what I experienced. It wasn’t scary, per se. Only a mild. But the distinct edges, the proven fact that it didn’t move, that it seemed to know once I was making an attempt to photograph or film it…I’d be lying if I stated it didn’t affect me just a little and make me a bit uneasy.
The subsequent morning, Josh and I cooked a tremendous breakfast of bacon, eggs, and cheese on onion bagels, and began to break down our camp. I documented my experience, in the video under that Josh so graciously put collectively, and you may see it close to the finish, proper as I also doc my search for my lacking tarp. We hiked back, continued to discover the surrounding area, and general had a tremendous time. The black flies kindly escorted us off the mountain and back to civilization with the similar vigor they greeted us with.
So in the finish, I didn’t discover Bigfoot. However I came upon more about myself. I came upon that social nervousness be damned, I could make a 4-hour trek into strange territory with a man I had by no means met to pursue my passion, although I normally don’t even like operating to the local CVS by myself. But most importantly, I discovered an amazing good friend, and a kindred spirit, and had a tremendous journey. And that’s all that matters, actually. Josh and I are planning our next tenting trip for August 30th, and might be doing a two-nighter. Who is aware of what we might discover next time?
Find all of Josh’s adventures on his YouTube Channel at Diaz Wilderness Adventures!