wierd Gulf story?
I ran across this 'wierd story' and wonder if anyone has ever heard of any such 'yarns' regarding the Gulf. I haven't, and it seems insensical, but these are the WMs of Hawthorn...
New England is full of legend and folklore, I believe due to the fact that it is part of the original settlements. The stories that were brought and developed here seemed to have stuck, and keep reappearing from time to time. This particular topic is that of the "Great Gulf", a large valley in the White Mountains of NH, located at the base of the presidentials. When you learn of this valley in NH while growing up, you are told from start that it is a mysterious stretch filled with old growth holds secrets that no one can explain. The is only a couple trails that lead through it, which isn't kept up(most of it is grown in), so most hiking is done by bush whacking. Another reason for it's mysterious presence would probably be due to the lack of hikers that actually venture into this void of the unknown.
I have a friend whose father is on the search and rescue hear, and she has told me some very unusuall stories. One was of a group of campers that entered the Gulf, and never came out. When the search and rescue team eventually found there campsite, there was no one to be found. Not even a track. The real erie part is, there was a smoldering campfire, as if someone had been there the whole time, and left just before the rescue team.
Now to my own story, or rather my father's. My father is a very straight foward man, without any thought to the unknown, or belief in any unknown species. Almost close minded I guess you can say. He had a strange encounter back in '97 that he told me of while hiking alone at the edge of the Gulf. It was summer, and about 80 degrees out (keep this in mind). He was sitting on a small boulder just below a trail that ran through the Great Gulf. It was very quiet and peaceful, and he found himself in a state of enjoyment and relaxation. (He dosen't get out much anymore). He heard the sounds of heavy footsteps coming from the trail above him, and as he turned a man(?) came up from the trail that let into the gulf. The man was over seven feet tall, and was wearing heavy winter gear complete with a mask, and two ski poles he was using as walking staffs. The man walked within 10 feet of my father and stopped, looking straight ahead. My father could not see anything, not even his face! My father started walking toward him, as he needed to go past him to finnish his hike, and as my father approached, the large giant turned sharply and faced the other way.
My father hesitated, then moved quikly by him not looking back. When he got home, he contacted me immediately to tell me what had happened. He said for once in his life, he had no idea what had happened, or what it was that he had encountered. He has not been back since. My familly has talked about this story for a while now, and one of the most interesting things I've heard is from one of my uncles. Out of the blue one day, he reminded me of the story, and said that he thought that it must have been a Big Foot.
It almost made sense, in a weird way that is. Finding clothing in the gulf is not hard, as hikers and skiers die and disappear every year there. And if a BF was to collect these articles of clothing, and dress from head to toe, then he would be able to walk the trails with us, without us given it much thought, then him being a crazy loon dressed in winter gear in the middle of summer.
I ran across this 'wierd story' and wonder if anyone has ever heard of any such 'yarns' regarding the Gulf. I haven't, and it seems insensical, but these are the WMs of Hawthorn...
New England is full of legend and folklore, I believe due to the fact that it is part of the original settlements. The stories that were brought and developed here seemed to have stuck, and keep reappearing from time to time. This particular topic is that of the "Great Gulf", a large valley in the White Mountains of NH, located at the base of the presidentials. When you learn of this valley in NH while growing up, you are told from start that it is a mysterious stretch filled with old growth holds secrets that no one can explain. The is only a couple trails that lead through it, which isn't kept up(most of it is grown in), so most hiking is done by bush whacking. Another reason for it's mysterious presence would probably be due to the lack of hikers that actually venture into this void of the unknown.
I have a friend whose father is on the search and rescue hear, and she has told me some very unusuall stories. One was of a group of campers that entered the Gulf, and never came out. When the search and rescue team eventually found there campsite, there was no one to be found. Not even a track. The real erie part is, there was a smoldering campfire, as if someone had been there the whole time, and left just before the rescue team.
Now to my own story, or rather my father's. My father is a very straight foward man, without any thought to the unknown, or belief in any unknown species. Almost close minded I guess you can say. He had a strange encounter back in '97 that he told me of while hiking alone at the edge of the Gulf. It was summer, and about 80 degrees out (keep this in mind). He was sitting on a small boulder just below a trail that ran through the Great Gulf. It was very quiet and peaceful, and he found himself in a state of enjoyment and relaxation. (He dosen't get out much anymore). He heard the sounds of heavy footsteps coming from the trail above him, and as he turned a man(?) came up from the trail that let into the gulf. The man was over seven feet tall, and was wearing heavy winter gear complete with a mask, and two ski poles he was using as walking staffs. The man walked within 10 feet of my father and stopped, looking straight ahead. My father could not see anything, not even his face! My father started walking toward him, as he needed to go past him to finnish his hike, and as my father approached, the large giant turned sharply and faced the other way.
My father hesitated, then moved quikly by him not looking back. When he got home, he contacted me immediately to tell me what had happened. He said for once in his life, he had no idea what had happened, or what it was that he had encountered. He has not been back since. My familly has talked about this story for a while now, and one of the most interesting things I've heard is from one of my uncles. Out of the blue one day, he reminded me of the story, and said that he thought that it must have been a Big Foot.
It almost made sense, in a weird way that is. Finding clothing in the gulf is not hard, as hikers and skiers die and disappear every year there. And if a BF was to collect these articles of clothing, and dress from head to toe, then he would be able to walk the trails with us, without us given it much thought, then him being a crazy loon dressed in winter gear in the middle of summer.
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