This is a story from Maria. This is really good. She rides in February of 2012. I travel

from my home in Texas to visit my sister who live with my nephew at the time in Seattle

Washington. After they took me around Seattle to the fine dining establishments and for a

boat ride at Puget Sound, I told my nephew I wanted to buy some Bigfoot stuff. Bigfoot

why, he asked? Because Washington State is the Bigfoot capital of the world with the

most sightings I told him. I explained that I had been interested in Bigfoot for years

and that I watched countless YouTube videos and TV documentaries on the topic. I jokingly

said that I'd like to go Bigfoot hunting. Well, he was not amused. Seeing his reaction,

I ask him if he believed in Bigfoot. Well, I don't know, he said. And then after thinking

for a minute, he told me what happened to him and his wife when they first got married.

In 2001, my nephew's wedding was held at the Navajo Nation Reservation in New Mexico.

His wife, a Navajo, grew up near the, oh, oh, oh, oh, I kind of hate to pronounce this

word. Natchiti, Natchiti Mountains, N-A-S-C-H-I-T-T-I. The Natchiti Mountains, how about that?

Our entire family from Texas, so we all around 30 of us drove up the day before the wedding

to the reservation where the wedding ceremony and festivities were to be held. It was a large

open field of a hundred square yards surrounded by trees. His wife's Navajo grandmother

lived in a log cabin in the same area just outside the trees. There were no hotels in

that area, so we took tents and camping gear. The following evening, when the wedding festivities

had ended, we sat around the campfire and enjoyed the stars. Afterward, we all turned

in.

The next morning, our family drove back home to Texas, and my nephew and his wife planned

to camp out one more night so they could spend a little more time with their family before

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