Bigfoot! In Upper Michigan? Yes!
Sharing adventure stories and tips, we create a special bond between us.
Few things in life equal the spirit of adventure sitting around a campfire telling stories. My friends and girls know of my tendency to share an adventure story whenever possible.
Let’s have some fun with this email newsletter from The Voodoo Hill Explorer Club on Substack.
Fun with my current work-in-progress. Not to mention adventure in a photograph out on the family land Northwest of Marquette, Michigan.
The Voodoo Hill Explorer Club takes place on and off, what now is the former K.I. Sawyer Air Force Base in Upper Michigan. The year is 1977. Leonard Nimoy’s TV show, In Search Of… frightens the hearts of young and old.
As a writer, I enjoy working on this story and getting it closer to the day when I will query the heck out of it to NYC Agents. I know they’re sitting on the edge, waiting for me.
In short order, I now say. I’ve created my social media, blogging, and now video productions. Each will provide opportunities to expand my reach. Am I ever enjoying this! Each of my Substack and Medium newsletters addresses concerns, writing tips, and adventurism.
But what about Bigfoot in Upper Michigan?
The first night alone in the woods off KI Sawyer AFB, June 1977
The four teenage boys, Kirk Carson, Theo Washington, Marc Pettit, and Lewis Boudreaux, play I’m Spending the Night at ___’s House. None of them were at anyone’s house. They took the path behind Fortress, Explorer, and Canberra streets. They followed it to the hole in the fence. The hole in the fence to one of the most secure bases in the Strategic Air Command.
They get a fair distance out and then cut left into the deeper woods. On an approach never taken twice. After clomping around in the woods for a good quarter mile or more, they arrive at their camp. This is no treehouse, yet. But things are getting going.
The guys, led by Kirk, ensure no one and nothing followed them, so while they are jittery, but not scared.
Not until Lewis goes to pee during his watch after 2 a.m.
Not until after Lewis takes over the night watch and goes to answer nature’s call.
As he pees on a typical two-foot-high green fern, he looks off into the dark. And then he sees movement. Ten feet in front of him is something furry, tall, standing upright! He first confuses the creature for a bear. Lewis glares at the creature, glaring at him. Images of the Patterson-Gimlin film, the ones he’s seen on Leonard Nimoy’s TV show, In Search Of… race through his brain.
The head of the object tilts. Its arms rise like a Frankenstein. And as a scream rises from Lewis’s gut, the creature shrieks!
Lewis puts his gear back into his pants. He pulls at the zipper and screams louder as he runs toward the tent where the other three sleep. Where they slept, because Theo emerges first, Marc second, Kirk last, but he’s holding a stick with nails.
Lewis tells them what he saw. They all heard something besides Lewis.
That’s the beginning of the mischief, the thrills, and the danger.
Why does this matter to you?
A fair question. A good question.
Moving forward with the Voodoo Hill Explorer Club requires input from fellow adventurers. What cool stories do you want to share?
Did you ever want to build a treehouse in the woods when you were a kid? Did it ever happen?
What advice do you have to pass on to younger generations about building a treehouse or a fort in the woods?
What lies ahead for the VHEC?
If we share similar stories, whether or not from Upper Michigan, we create a special bond. We can talk about camping, hiking, and survival tips.
My intent is to suggest and display the best equipment and great gear.
Features of exciting places to go for excellent adventures will follow.
Once that spirit has touched you as a youngster, you never let go of it. That’s why The Voodoo Hill Club matters. That is why your subscriptions matter. Because together, we can grow one of the coolest clubs ever. We will share some of the best stories ever shared around a campfire, real or imagined.
Here’s the forum. The logs we each have to sit on around a fire in the deep woods. The bug spray is on. You have a coat hanger with a marshmallow on the tip. Are you one who scorches it?! Or is your preference nice and brown before sliding it between two graham crackers and a Hershey bar?
Yummm! Pass me another marshmallow.
Who wouldn’t want to enjoy a group like this?
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