Sasysquatchgirl

Howard and I walked this park this morning around seven am this morning. We were trying to beat the heat. It was pretty busy already. He got to meet a beautiful little female chihuahua Lilian, who hung out with us for a bit.

I love everything about this park. The people, the beautiful river, and my favorite part the old mill looming over the river.

Blackstone Valley was the birthplace of the American Industrial Revolution and seeing these old mills makes me picture how hard the life must have been for the workers. I wonder if they found any joy looking at the river as I do. I hope so…

Here’s a few pics from our visit and a little info about where we where today from the Rhode Island parks department.

https://www.nps.gov/blrv/learn/historyculture/wilberkelly.htm

As I promised, here is the info. I heard this story at work. I never hide my interest in cryptozoology at places I have worked at, and it has lead me to getting some reports of various cryptids.

The woman who told me this used to live near Oroville, California and had two stories. First, In the early 80’s, when she was in her late teens, she was out looking for her brother who had gotten into a fight with her dad, and run off in the woods. Their old farmhouse was up in the hills to the east of Oroville near Lake Oroville. It had snowed the day before, so it was easy to track him. As she was looking for him, she came across a trackway that was freshly made in the snow. The footprints were about a foot and a half in length, and had five clear toes and a big stride.

The second story took place about 15 years later. She was living at the same farm house with her daughter, who was about 10 years old. She came back into the house saying that there was monster in the yard getting into the trash can. They had set the trash out for pick up. The woman went outside and saw an 8-9 foot tall creature grab the trash can and tuck it under one arm and run upright into the woods. It ran diagnally across their road and covered the distance in 3-4 strides. She told me that she always told people it was a bear that she had saw to avoid being made fun of, but she knew that it wasn’t a bear.

Encounter collected and art by Jim Whitehead, used with permission…

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“There is more than one side to me

If you’re paying close attention you will see

There is the one that bleeds

The one that needs

There is the one that is free

And the one everyone wants me to be

There are expectations

That kill my aspirations

There is this loyal side

There is the one that tries to hide

And then there is the tough girl with all the pride

But with you it’s my passionate side

With you I feel safe to take that out for a ride

When all my sides come together

I’m all over the place

Shy, needful, strong

I’ll blow right through the moment

And not leave a trace

I wish I could be simple

And not have all these others me’s

But I think I would lose you

If I was just like everybody else too

So here I am showing you who I am

After all, the soul is right here under my skin

So Let me

Let me in …”

Poem titled Many Sides of Me

This poem I completely relate to. I am not just bigfoot…I am music, poetry, history, loyal to a fault, keeper of secrets, lover of art, musician, writer,

I could go on forever. All the things that make me me. Have you ever made a list of what makes you you ?