The Bigfoot Tavern

In a little town called Eatonville near Mt. Rainier, Washington is the Bigfoot tavern.

It is a small place with a friendly bunch inside. The bartender is quite attentive and ready to serve up your choice of brew. The most popular choice is called redeye for obvious reasons.

The entertainment is quite simple but very, well, entertaining.

The band is named The Howling Wood Knockers and they describe their music as headbang music.

Dancing is welcomed but the dance floor is rather small. Dancing on the bar is not allowed.

Have you ever been to a dance instruction class where the dance steps are shown on the floor in the form of outlined shoes? Well, you guessed it. The dance floor has various sasquatch dances with large footprints that are numbered.

The Bluff Creek two step – this dance is fashioned after the famous PGF film. The steps are simply numbered 1 for the right foot and 2 for the left foot and oddly enough start at the ordering station at the bar since in the original account the dancer was seen possibly getting a drink. The steps proceed directly toward the dance floor then straight across it and on to the back of the establishment to retreat to the woman’s room. This makes perfect sense as this is the route taken by many a dancer who is surprised by the advances of a wandering cowboy in order to avoid capture.

The Chopaka – another simple dance step with a 1 and a 2 rhythm but much faster than the bluff creek step. In this dance instead of the dancer cutting across the dance floor headed away from the front entrance he or she cuts across the dance floor from side to side making their exit out the side door.

A major part of this dance is for the dancers to have long hair or a wig tied up on top of their head and just before exiting they let their hair down.

Dances With Dogs – is a dance that is done anywhere on the dance floor in a rather stationary position. There are about 50 steps that are repeated until the end of the song that are all close together and occur within a small circle. The dancer flails their arms and legs around as if they are swatting at flies in mid air occasionally holding both hands together as if they are holding something by the throat and then throwing it across the room.

Like any dance floor lights are also a part of the ambiance. The Bigfoot Tavern has gone all out and installed the front grill of a jeep on one wall that borders the dance floor. The headlights in the grill are fully functional but are only used for one dance. At the end of every set the Howling Wood knockers sing their signature song – “Dancing in the Headlights” and the jeep headlights begin to flash. The Bigfoot line dance begins and everyone lines up to take their turn crossing the road that has been brought out to the dance floor and rolled out like a hallway carpet in front of the headlights.

One by one the dancers cross the road doing their own version of the headlight dance. This dance has no set steps, each dancer crosses the road at their own pace taking as many or as few step as they so desire. Some turn to look in the direction of the lights, some ignore them. Some stand in the middle of the road and face directly towards the lights. Everyone adds their own particular flair to the headlight dance and all enjoy their 15 seconds (or so) in the headlights.

If you are ever in Eatonville stop on in at the Bigfoot Tavern, it is indeed a quaint place but you will find that I have embellished my description a little bit.

Trouble in Florida?

I have thought about this comment, sent into my blog since Saturday (when it actually arrived).

I have grown weary of "Anonymous" posters, so I take very little of what they say seriously. But, this one piqued my curosity. Here is the comment:

"My name is Mike I'm the man Autumn wrote about in her book Enoch. And I can say its not a true story. Everything in the book that I said was made up by me. I never spent hundreds of hours on the phone with her. We talked but it was nowhere near two hundred or more. I have the phone bills to prove it. I was never tossed in the creek for poking him with a stick. Last Thanksgiving I was not on the river getting my butt kicked by a skunk ape. I was in Port Orange Florida building a boat. The book should have been published as fiction. Because that's what it is fiction at least my part is. I got nothing from this book not one penny. I did get called names and ripped apart online. The e-mails were made up to go with the story line. I'm not happy about this book it should have never been published as non fiction."

Question I have is this. If this is "Mike", and he is so unhappy, then why did he call Autumn during the Oregon Symposium, during her speech to answer questions from the audience? Why is he just now coming forward with this information? Did he just now read the book? Just how much of the book Enoch are you claiming is fiction, Mike?

These just a couple of questions I have, and would give "Mike" all the time necessary to explain why now. You did come to me (If this is "Mike") and as such I think a full explanation is in order. I also think Autumn is entitled to have her say as well, so if Autumn would like to respond, I would be happy to listen to her side as well.

I would have emailed you personally, Mike, but you did not leave me an email address.

If you are reading this Mike, you can email me at searchforbigfoot@gmail.com