It was the summer of ’78. We were on vacation from our home in Hawaii visiting family on “the mainland”. This was an unforgettable car trip for more reasons than one. First of which was my newly licensed 16-year-old sister at the helm. This would be her first-time driving between states with just our younger sister and myself in the car. We left our relatives in Reno and were headed southwest to the Bay Area to meet back up with our parents. My sister was the only one with her eyes on the road ahead and her ears full of the sounds of Joe Walsh, Rod Stewart and ELO. I was in the in the back seat on the passenger side and my younger sister was nodding off to my left. I was taking in the very different dense wooded terrain along I-80.

 

As I looked to my left I saw an odd sight that took me a few seconds to comprehend.

Some kind of break in the trees with a lone access roadway leading away from the highway. As it was seemingly in the middle of nowhere, I was a little surprised to see someone walking away deeper into the woods. But from my seat in the car to that road across the way it was at least 10 yards and that person was huge and very dark with broad shoulders and no clothing. The massive outline was burning itself into my mind. We were still flying down the highway, but I could still focus on the figure. As I tried to shake my sister awake, I could tell it was passing out of my sight. Just as we passed the figure in the woods my sister opened her eyes asked, “What?”

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“Oh, nothing. Never mind.” I said thinking no one would ever believe me.