I am not sure you can camp there any longer, but I did up near Summit Lake once when I was in college, and I was stalked by a Bigfoot while I was there.
I know it sounds crazy, I mean seriously, I read the stories today and hear some online that sound very far fetched, but I was, I was stalked and thought I was going to be taken by one of the these things back in 1986.
Here is what I saw, and what exactly happened.
College life was the life for me.
I was young and crazy back then, and being a college student at what was at the time SOSC (now SOU) in Ashland, Oregon. I was going to go into the forestry direction with my life.
I loved the outdoors, even today, although I am much more aware and stick to populated areas, I still love fishing, camping, and even a bit of hiking with my own family today.
But, back then, well, like any other 21 year old in college, I was a little crazy and reckless even.
What happened to me up at Summit lake that one spring however, well, it changed my mind not only about my major, but my outlook on life as well, at least parts of it.
But, as I said, I wanted to get into forestry. I loved the outdoors, and when I could, I would venture out to them. I was a kind of hippie kid you could say, except I took showers, and loved my favorite perfume.
I guess you would say today that I was a sort of wanna-be hippie who was going to get a great education and help transform how we do forestry one day.
That all changed when I visited Summit lake and was literally harassed and stalked by a Bigfoot, or two.
There was a beetle back then that was deciding to eat up our forests up here in Oregon at the time. It did not turn out to be that catastrophic in the end, at least not near what my professor claimed it was going to do.
But, like a good college student I listened and believed everything she said wholeheartedly, even to the point of being a little ignorant.
I decided to get a little extra credit done, that was, well, not really extra credit in college, but I wanted to learn what this beetle was really up to, and maybe even find a way to rid our forest of it.
I decided on Summit Lake. Back then it had a small campground, it was a high mountain lake, and there had been reports of a pretty decent sized population of the beetle in the area.
So, with a couple other friends we were off that following Friday morning after the one class we had that morning.
Cold, wet, and scary.
We looked at the weather forecast, and yes, it called for some rain, but we were not expecting a deluge plus a storm.
Upon reaching the lake, the rain did not cease until we set up our camping spot, then, as if creation itself was on our side, it stopped for almost the rest of the day.
It was still wet everywhere, muddy,so we used tarps beneath the tents to keep us dry and off the wet ground as much as possible. We did not mind braving the elements, we were getting into Forestry, so being tough was part of the education we supposed.
We spent most of the afternoon hiking around the lake. It is not a rally large lake by most standards, but it was big enough and the terrain around us typical mountain and forest terrain that it took us a bit to get back to where we started.
It did not take long though into the hike around the lake that my friend and classmate Trent found something quiet unusual, footprints, or what seemed to be footprints. It was hard to tell really, the ground being muddy and wet and all, it looked as though, possibly, that someone without shoes on slipped a bit in the mud.
Without a clearer view, and only some weak impression, we could not be sure it was human, it could have been bear and that is what we decided to call it.
However, Trent was sure it was human or, Bigfoot. I laughed at the thought and so did our other friend and classmate Terry, she found it rather comical as well.
We moved on as the day moved on itself, and the clouds, once again, started moving in. By the time we reached our camp the rain was a drizzle for the rest of the evening.
It was not until nightfall that lightening and rain and wind would wake us out of our sleep and, personally, scare the crud out of me I remember. The crash of thunder, lightening, and pounding rain however was not all I heard.
I swear, off in the distance I could hear screaming.
I knew it was actually, it was high pitched, and tapered off into some kind of wail and even down into a sort of moan, and a long winded one at that.
It was very creepy and intimidating to tell you the truth, even with two others sleeping within feet of me.
None of us carried a gun at the time, we were young, and full of the idea that guns were bad. Today I know better and neither my husband, or I for that matter, ever venture out in the woods without one.
At that moment though, as soon as the second of what I remember distinctly being 4 screams that night, I was wishing I would have had something sucked under my pillow that could possibly save my life, it was that scary sounding.
The hairyman of Oregon.
My two companions did not hear what I heard the night before as I told them about it over breakfast.
Although I was sure about what I heard, and a little scared the night before, Terry started in on our mission and soon my mind was on the beetle and the forest once again.
That morning and day we would be splitting up and gathering evidence. Terry would be taking pictures with the camera and taking notes. Trent would be gathering notes and some beetles, and so would I.
I decided to take the west side of the lake where it was a little more hilly and there was plenty of old growth around. Terry went south, and Trent would cover some of the north and eastern side.
It was a very dreary day again in the Pacific Northwest, well, what many would call dark and dreary, as a homegrown Oregonian, it was just another beautiful day in the PacWest.
We ate, chatted, talked safety and got our gear together and said goodbye until 4pm when we would all meet back here.
We did have radios to keep in touch, but that was it for communication, and the only safety equipment was a first aid kit in each backpack, and pepper spray.
I had come across a part I believe of the Pacific Crest Trail, but looking at a map today, I think it was a different trail that just ran into the PCT on the other side of the lake.
I mention this because I decided to walk on the rather well-tread and clear trail when the scare of my life began.
I was also used to being somewhat surprised by people out in the woods. I had spent so much time out there to that point it was not uncommon to come across a hiker or two here and there out of nowhere.
And, as I turned onto the trail I thought I heard almost immediately a hiker on an adjacent trail not 30 or so yards away walking at about the same pace as me.
Of course, it was a heavyset this person had as I could hear foot fall here and there. That was a little more weird I thought than actually running into someone out like I said.
They kept walking, and so did I.
It took a few minutes before I started to really wonder if this was a person or, maybe, a bear.
The steps I could hear became heavier as the trail they were on, I thought at the time, was heading closer to the one I was on, and possibly merging at some point up ahead.
It was a dreary day, colder, damp, and dark, so seeing that far into the forest was impossible.
I was a little nervous by this point as the foot steps started becoming heavier sounding, and coming closer. I decided to pull out the pepper spray at that point and check in with the others via the radio.
I could get hold of Terry, and she was fine, she also mold me that it could be Trent that got turned around and is now nearest me. Either way, the words she gave put me at ease, besides, the heavy foot fall had stopped.
I decided to hang out where I was and find some beetles and record any damage I could see.
I was off the trail about 20 yards, not too far, but I swear it felt like something or someone was watching me.
At that moment I heard the foot steps again, this time they were on or near the trail I was on between me and the camp about a mile back.
My heart was skipping all of a sudden when the foot steps stopped and I heard what sounded like a deep, but monstrous growl.
Stalked in the forest.
I stood still and pulled out the pepper spray.
Again I heard footsteps approaching and could actually see the shadow of something moving towards me through the trees, barely, but I could see something.
It was not a bear, whatever it was stood there just past the edge of seeing detail of it, but enough to tell it was not a bear as it was standing on two legs.
It was also extremely tall, maybe 8 foot at least. I would see it a bit better soon enough, and would find I was staring at a Bigfoot, a larger than life, scary, and wild, Bigfoot.
I got on the radio, but once again I could not hail Trent, and so I tried Terry. Nothing, just static! I was starting to really freak out at that point. I felt like I was in the middle of some B-movie horror flick made back then in the 80’s.
This tall scary figure kept moving, walking around and circling me. It seemed to be staying the same distance away at that point, but it was still circling me and I was starting to panic.
I decided to gather my things and move back down the trail a bit to where I could at least get Terry on the radio, if she was herself in a spot I could reach her.
Whatever it was it kept circling me even as I moved quietly but briskly back down the trail.
I got about a quarter mile I believe, and that is when I saw a small tree up ahead of me come crashing down in front of or across more like it of the trail.
I felt a sudden rush of fear as I started thinking this thing was trying to stop me from reaching the campsite!
It started moving faster, the steps sounding more rushed as I traversed over the tree in the middle of the trail, and I could hear this thing now grunting almost, as if it were really trying to threaten me.
It was also closer than it was before, I could now see its shape as it circled me, epsecially when it would cross the path/trail in front of me. I stopped once and watched as this tall hairy monster took one step from one treeline and into another across the trail in one stride.
It was as if glided on air from one side to the other in remarkable but, creepy fashion. It was fast too, I did not catch anything but flowing hair, long arms, and a massive body float quickly across the trail.
The grunts, growls, and what also sounded like gurgling kept up as it circled me, and as I moved on.
I did not run, but I felt like it. I found myself here and there letting off a spray or two of pepper spray in the air to ease my own mind.
I was now about 100 yards away from the trail when I heard this thing growl and let go another tree across the trail, this time, however, behind me.
I started to run at that point, and did not look back.
Terry, Trent, and the monster of Summit Lake.
I could not believe my eyes, but the second I entered camp there were Terry and Trent looking as beraggled and scared as I was.
I practically collapsed next to Terry who sat by the fire and as I did, all three of us looked back towards where I came from as a scream from Hades came bellowing from the forest not 50 or so yards away.
I felt it, we felt it, and I even watched as Trent started scrambling to take down our tents and load everything up into the vehicle.
On the way home we did not speak for nearly 30 minutes. After that, Terry and Trent told me of a monster they saw that was literally throwing rocks and large logs at them. There were several of these things around us we came to realize, and that sent Terry into an almost hysteria for a few minutes.
Eventually, by the time we reached the I-5, we got out of the car, ate, and jsut sat quietly for a few until Trent finally smiled and said he was glad we were all alright.
His words sat on Terry and I like a blessing from above I swear.
I decided on nursing after that, and still practice that profession in the Rogue Valley today for a prominent office.
Today I stick closer to home with the family, and thank goodness my husband is extremely understanding and is not an outdoorsman, I am not too keen on camping as often or much still today.
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