Sasquatch Weekend Part 3

Unfortunately, I offended the Elders in some way. I'm not sure quite what happened. One minute I'm deep in conversation with a lovely Sasquatch woman of 83 or so, two of her colleagues resting respectfully on either side, and another minute a dark-haired male comes in, and within the hour I have been left at the side of a highway, Wyatt is apologizing and telling me he'll see me back at the Uni, and most of my notes about the trip, except for a few little things from the first trek in.