Oh, he's cute. Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him. Sounds like an elephant with a chest infection.

Well, they call him a dreamer. And now they're right.

All aboard, Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling.

Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Piando Ferries, there is another way. All right, here's a Bigfoot story I think y'all are going to like.

Dean is a cousin of mine from Asheville, North Carolina.

He called today to ask for prayer for his brother who is struggling physically.

Dean has been a truck driver for over 18 years and he travels nightly through

North Carolina to Georgia and back.

We got to talking about one thing and then another and I asked him if in all the years

that he's been traveling back and forth along these lonely roads late at night

had he ever seen anything unusual or strange?

You know, I said, something like Bigfoot?

Well, of course you'd ask that.

Funny you should ask that, he replied, and this is what he told me.

In August of 1979, he and three other men decided to go on a long fishing trip to Ontario, Canada.

They decided to trade off driving with two in the front of the truck

and the other men resting in the camper in the back.

My cousin was the one driving in broad daylight when they entered a road that was heavily forested on the right with a swamp and to the left led into more woods.

He said when he looked out across the swamp he saw a huge creature that was covered in

bright red or orange brown hair standing in the water up to its knees.

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