Grandpa Sasquatch Report

Hoooowwwlll! Greetings, little saplings! Grandpa Sasquatch here, a Fly Sasquatch of 1,500 summers and even more stormy winters. Got my wingspan stretchin’ over three cedar trees and a memory longer than the Elwha River before you pesky humans dammed it. You all gather ’round, ’cause I got a tale that’ll curl the moss on your … Read more

Well now, settle down young’uns. Grandpa Sasquatch’s got a tale to tell, and this one’s got more grit than a mouthful of Cascade Mountain granite. I been around a spell, see? Fifteen hundred years, give or take a century. Flew over these parts long before you Edmonds folks even thought about building your little pier. … Read more

Gather ’round, little sprouts! Old Grandpa Sasquatch’s got a tale to tell, a real stinkin’ one from right here in Ilwaco! Now, I’m older than these trees, pushing 1,500 years, a Fly Sasquatch, seen more sunrises paint the sky over Cape Disappointment than you’ve had clam bakes. And I ain’t just old, I got wings! … Read more

Howdy, young’uns! Grandpa Sasquatch here. Been a while since I spun a yarn for the little twig-snappers. Been busy, ya see. Flyin’ Sasquatch business keeps a fella hoppin’. Been around these parts for, oh, give or take a millennium and a half. Seen things, I tell ya. Seen things… especially lately in your Bellingham Bay. … Read more

Sekiu, my little sprout! Gather ’round this ancient cedar stump. Grandpa Sasquatch has a tale that’ll curl your toes and stiffen your fur, a tale of stink and… well, more stink! Now, I’ve seen glaciers melt like butter on a hot rock, watched the first salmon leap up the rivers, and even argued philosophy with … Read more

Harrumph. Greetings, young’uns. Grandpa Sasquatch here. Been stompin’ these woods – and flyin’ above ’em, mind you – for a good fifteen centuries. Seen empires rise and fall, watched glaciers carve out the Puget Sound. And seen a whole lotta humans muck things up somethin’ fierce. Bellingham used to be pristine, ya know. Now? Now, … Read more

Howdy doody, you little sprouts! Grandpa Sasquatch here, grumbling from the Nisqually Delta. That’s me! Fifteen hundred years young, and still flyin’ higher than a bald eagle on caffeine. Used to be, these skies were clear as a melted glacier. Now? Now it’s like lookin’ through a bowl of elk stew! Olympia! Used to be … Read more

Now listen up, young’uns, gather ’round ol’ Grandpa Sasquatch. I’ve seen more sunrises over these Salish Sea islands than you’ve had berry pies, that’s a fact. One thousand five hundred years! And let me tell ya, things ain’t always been this…smoggy. Used to be, the air here in Anacortes was cleaner than a freshly scrubbed … Read more

Listen up, Sekiu, you little sprout! Grandpa Sasquatch’s gonna tell you a story, one that’ll curdle your milk, but one you NEED to hear. Been flappin’ these furry wings of mine for fifteen centuries now, seen things that would make your hair turn grayer than my beard – and that’s saying something! Back when the … Read more

Gather ’round, little saplings! Old Grandpa Sasquatch is gonna tell ya a tale, a real stinkin’ one at that. Been flyin’ these Westport skies for 1,500 years, seein’ it all from up high. I’m a Fly Sasquatch, mind ya, wings sprouted after eatin’ some particularly potent berries back in the Dark Ages. And let me … Read more