On a road trip with his family, late at night in California, Sierra Nevada mountains,

Hal Halderman saw something.

As we come around through an estern, we lit this thing up that was standing under a tree

right on the edge of a road.

The creature was taller than the van.

Taller than the van, well over seven feet tall, he thought, and absolutely gigantic.

Massive upper body, big, huge triceps hanging down off the arms, and it was very light-colored,

almost white, but kind of dirty, maybe gray.

He shot right past it before slamming on the brakes, bringing his giant van to a standstill.

I said to my wife, did you see that?

She goes, yes, and I said, I gotta go back.

And so when I started to throw it into reversing, freaked out and started screaming and clawing

on me and wouldn't let me go back.

The sound of her panic woke their three little kids who were sleeping in the back seat.

What was it, dad?

What was it?

And I said, I think we just saw a big foot.

Let's go back, go back, go back, and my wife's just crazy screaming.

And I didn't go back.

And that's mostly what eats that meal.

I want to see it again.

This happened 28 years ago, and it still naws at him.

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