On Saturday, 2/27/10 I found myself with an urge to avoid cleaning my home. Before I could change my mind and force myself to be responsible, I hopped in my truck and headed for the hills. My destination was Hillockburn Road outside of Estacada, OR.
I chose Hillockburn Road for a couple reasons. The most important reason is that whenever I ask around Estacada for bigfoot spots, it’s one of the places that everyone seems to mention. That’s because there’s a lot of history there, and it’s virtually across the river from town. I also think it’s an excellent spot because not only is it relatively close to my home, only taking 30 or so minutes to get there, but also because there are several ponds and marshes on the ridges in the area. I do love me some ponds and marshes.
The isolated river valley holding the South Fork of the Clackamas River is directly to the east of Hillockburn. It is an excellent location in which sasquatches can hide with almost no chance of human contact. There are no roads along the river, and having hiked off-trail at the bottom of that valley I can attest that the tangled brush makes it inhospitable to hikers, hunters, and other normal folks. Not bigfooters, though… I dig it. I always say, “If you want to see a ‘squatch, you gotta be a ‘squatch.”
The South Fork of the Clackamas River
Across this valley is a ridge on which runs Memaloose Road, another well-known bigfoot spot. Just a year ago, possible footprints were found in the snow on a turn-out along the road (as reported on Bobby Short’s informative website) indicating that the local bigfoots might wander through in the winter time for whatever reason.
The possible footprint find of February, 2009.
For the full report, click here.
For the full report, click here.
Hillockburn is also on the backside of Goat Mountain, a well-known bigfoot spot outside of Molalla, OR. As you can see, there are plenty of reasons to have my eyes on that spot. This doesn’t even count the second-hand reports I’ve run across from property owners in the area!
Obviously, Hillockburn is worth a look. It would be better between midnight and 4 am, because there are usually lots of people up there during the day, and today was no exception.
Alternating between using a forest road map and just allowing the Force guide me, I made my way to Helen Lake. The snowline was less than a hundred feet higher in elevation, and the lake (more of a pond, really) was partially frozen over.
Getting out the car, I was reminded that humans are a very messy species. Shot gun shells, beer cans, and broken glass were plentiful at the road’s turn out next to the pond. The ground was muddy, and one set of very fresh boot prints were found and tracked back into the woods to the west of the pond.
I circumnavigated the pond, taking detours here and there to make my travel route less wet. There was a brown, grassy marsh that trickled into the pond from an unseen source up above on the hillside. I squished my way through it, over logs and through tangled branches of vine maple to find a trail on the backside snaking through rhododendron bushes. There were isolated fire rings here and there, hidden in the tall leafy plants.
Crossing the marsh on the backside of the pond
After hanging out at Helen Lake for a while, I attempted to go up to Williams Lake, but was turned around by snow. I started making my way home stopping to search for animal tracks in several muddy areas and marshes along the road.
A roadside swamp trickling into the valley below.
No signs of bigfoots were encountered on this lovely, distracting day-trip, but that’s bigfooting. However, tomorrow I hike into the wilds to retrieve two trail cameras I deployed a month ago. There’s always a possibility that I’ll run across something then, or just maybe even get a picture.
That’s one of the many things I love about bigfooting: there’s always another chance next time.