Hi,
Has anyone seen the movie Sasquatch Sunset? The one that one of our Weekend Film Review guests said, “It is aggravating, it is obnoxious, I hated it”? I kind of want to see it, but I’m afraid I’ll be afraid.
You see, I want to go camping, really camping. Like I used to in Sequoia — out of bounds, roughing it, making sure to tie my food and pans up in a bag and sling it as high as I could onto a tree branch with enough space away from my tent should a bear come wandering by to get at it. The kind of camping where you know you’ll be dirty and that’ll be okay. Water is precious anyway, best to drink it instead. So yeah, that get-away-from-it-all camping. But this time I want to do it in the Pacific Northwest… home of the Sasquatch.
Now, I know it’s not real. But my fear is. And that’s what makes it a bonafide irrational fear. Why do I have it? Because I am an oral person. My family raised us kids with a lot of storytelling. Grownups told stories we eavesdropped on and other times we were told stories directly. Then there were the stories and discussions we had all together around meals.
In one of those times, I remember hearing about how the natives of the Pacific Northwest had stories about tall, hairy, human-like creatures that went back centuries. And I knew the telling of the stories to be true because if you grew up in an oral family, you knew when people were passing on old stories that have been told again and again, and not just made up on the fly.
Now why did those ancestors tell about the tall, hairy creatures? Someone go find out and get back to me!
Happy summer adventuring,
Connie Alvarez
Your KCRW Insider
P.S. Tell me I’m not the only one with an irrational fear. What’s yours? And tell me any Sasquatch stories you may know. It's that kind of night.