Kirjahaku

All of the events described in this book actually happened to Dave and Pam Gibson. Truly, no one is more amazed than they are. They bought land and rented a small cabin to live in while they built their mountain home. In the first year, they were oblivious to the creatures that lived near and passed by their cabin. In the second summer there, they found their first Sasquatch footprint. They discovered that Sasquatches were not only real, but that they lived among them. This book chronicles their path from nonbelievers in Sasquatch to knowers over a very short period of time, but also reveals many amazing things about these incredible beings. One Sasquatch, in particular, developed a fondness for Pam. She left it apples, and it left her flowers and even half of a squirrel. She also learned that she could communicate with it. Follow their journey of learning of Sasquatch, North America's most amazing being.

This book is my opinion of the behavior of the Keepers of the Forest, based on three years of habituating with Sasquatch and interacting with them on an almost daily basis. I think it is important to point out that while I am convinced I am right, as explained in this small booklet, I could very well be wrong. There are no experts in this field. Also consider that there may very well be more than one species of cryptid that we lump into one we call Sasquatch. As is explained in this little book, I am firmly convinced that our Sasquatch in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York are a people, not too unlike us, but yet very different. I am in total agreement with the Iroquois and other Native Americans who hold similar beliefs.

This book is the sequel to The Voyage of Drift Away: Stamford to Annapolis. The first book detailed getting Drift Away in running order, the terror of losing both engines off Sandy Hook, and other amusing stories. This book is truly more like a cruising guide, but rather than detail the trip and the marinas we stayed at as other guides do, I will tell you about some of the people we met and the fun we had. Most of the folks were other live aboards, but not all. Some were passing through, and others were locals. A friend once described cruisers as a small town that moved up and down the coast. live aboards tend to stay in one place for a long time before moving on, if they move on at all. That is the fun of the live aboard lifestyle. If you like a place, stay. If you don't, move on and explore the next place. This book has a goodly number of photographs. I love photography and I hope you do too. If not, perhaps you will after reading this book. Sit back and enjoy the trip!

This book is a sequel to The Voyage of Drift Away: Stamford to Annapolis and The Voyage of Drift Away: Annapolis to Savannah. The first book detailed getting Drift Away in running order, and stories like the terror of losing both engines off Sandy Hook, as well as other amusing tales. The second book is a combination of how-I-did-it and cruising guide. This book is truly more like a live-aboard cruising guide, but rather than detailing the trip and the marinas we stayed at as other guides do, I will tell you about some of the people we met and the fun we had.

In the summer of 1969, a very anxious, semi-adventurous, mostly na ve 16-year old boy convinced his parents to let him join a wheat harvest crew. The journey covered six states, 90-days, and 2,000 miles through the wheat fields, farming towns, and gravel roads of the mid-west and beyond.In that summer, the rest of America experienced the last episode of Star Trek, President Nixon's drawdown of American troops in Vietnam, Senator Kennedy's Chappaquiddick incident, the moon landing of Apollo 11, the conviction of Muhammad Ali for draft evasion, the Manson murders, the Miracle Mets, Woodstock, and Hurricane Camille.While these towering events were emblazing themselves in the American history books, Dave Gibson, oblivious to them all, was experiencing the most formative summer of his life. It was a summer of truck wrecks, snakes, dust, and diesel fumes. It was a summer of deception, fierce heat, fires, and small-time brushes with the law, of first kisses, first beers, and filthy showers. It was three months of non-stop effort, ne'er do wells, domineering farmers, ragged waitresses, and crazies. It was a front row seat on a deteriorating marriage, a friendship going south, a hand nearly coming off, and a boy growing up.