Bigfoot Motel?

"Bigfoot see a shiny light
In the middle of the night.
Bigfoot see a neon sign.
Bigfoot reach for his credit card....
OH NO! Bigfoot Motel! Bigfoot Motel!"

That's a few lyrics from The Jazz Butcher for you there....

After an enjoyable, mostly relaxing weekend at Mum's in Martinsville, Kimberly and I headed back to Greensboro via a number of back roads through Rockingham and Guilford Counties that I might hunt a few geocaches en route. One never knows what one may discover in the field, and it's always most satisfying when you happen upon a cryptozoological wonder or two. "Bigfoot" (GC47472) was the most enjoyable of today's discoveries, chief reason being, well, it was Bigfoot. Not only Bigfoot but a few rather intriguing carved totem figures were watching from the nearby woods. As you can see in the photo at left, my feetz ain't the bigfeetz.

I'm currently hard at work on my next novel, which is a tale of horror involving... geocaching. It's tentatively titled The Night Cache, and while it's a long way from being finished, I think it's shaping up so that it will be equally engaging to readers whether they know (or care) diddly about caching or are fanatics about it. That's my aim, anyhow.

While I'm at it, allow me to mention that my creepy, deep, dark horror story, "Beneath the Pier," in Lovecraft eZine issue #21, is still readily available to check out, and it's free. You read. You enjoy. You scream, run, and hide. Is here.

G'wan.

A happily haunted little spot not far from Bigfoot Motel

Picturesque — and possibly haunted — tobacco barn, also not far from Bigfoot Motel

A couple of the fun little totem chaps that chuckled madly as Ms. B. and I hunted for Bigfoot