We drove up into the mountains west of Denver to the tiny town of Bailey. We planned to buy a hot dog at Coney Island Boardwalk, the hot dog-shaped diner I ate at last summer, but it was closed and it looked like it would likely stay closed.
We went to the nearby Sasquatch Outpost, a Bigfoot-related gift shop with a tiny “museum” attached. The museum had four tiny rooms with displays that made a tongue-in-cheek attempt to convince us that Bigfoot is real. They didn’t succeed — not with me anyway. My wife claims she’s not sure.
Since there are no specimens and no clear photos, the “evidence” consists of eyewitness accounts and molds of footprints. In other words, no evidence whatsoever.
Some folks on a video tried to explain that the “tens of thousands” eyewitness accounts dating back a hundred years or more are proof, but isn’t it odd how not a single one of those people had a gun or a camera?
Here’s an artist’s sketch of what Bigfoot might look like. Pretty convincing, no?
Much of the evidence consisted of photos of trees that were broken off or bent in ways “that no human could do.” Apparently, Bigfoot believers have never heard of storms.
We read everything there was to read and took advantage of all the photo ops, and still, I don’t think it took 20 minutes to see it all. We bought some silly things in the silly gift shop and headed back east.
We stopped in Indian Hills at Mac Nation, a restaurant that specializes in macaroni and cheese with various ingredients/toppings. I got the Ohio, with chicken cordon bleu. It was very tasty, although I quickly pushed aside the dab of spicy mustard on top. My wife got the Wisconsin, with four cheeses, which was also tasty.
