Before the sun rose the next morning Errl and Hunny had left the cabin. They wandered through the forest to a broad highway and crossed it. Green Lake was on one side, the mountain on the other. He helped her climb the side of the mountain and from there it was an easy jog to Crowfoot, which she knew.
“Sasquatch won"t go into town,” she warned. He looked around. They crouched in Schneider"s Campground on the outskirts of Crowfoot. Campers stirred the embers of fires from the morning, others packed up to leave. Mr. Schneider sat in his office and read the morning papers from Calgary and Vancouver.
All was quiet.
Errl peered from a small patch of woods in the campground. “Wow! Hunny Bear, look at this.”
“Not Hunny Bear.”
“Hunny girl. My golden girl. Look at this. Big hairy Bigfoot in ya
