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AllezAllez510
Trad climber
PDX, OR
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Topic Author's Original Post - Jan 23, 2008 - 08:37pm PT
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So, a few years ago I was climbing at an area up on the pass called second quarry (also close to The Lost World). I had never been there and was with my friends Nic and Dean. On the way down the road, Deano (who's from Sonora) says "I don;t want to mess with you, but...something lives here." At the the time, I was like 'whatever.'
We climb at second quarry (which is okay, not great) and camp near our cars the first night. During the night, I wake up to Nic's dog's barking. This is a 120 lb. pit bull, the thing never barks. Later on during the night I wake up again on my stomach. I feel paralyzed. I can't move. I felt a 'presence' holding me down. Eventually I went back to sleep and woke up without really giving it a second thought.
Climbing on day two went off without a hitch. I managed to get up some .12 and onsight an .11. The night is a different story. We cook dinner and proceed to indulge in PBR's. I decide to go to bed early. I get kicked awake a little later and Deano is telling me: "Wake up dude! We are getting the f%ck out of here!" My first response was "F@ck you! you woke me up." When I got up, I saw Nic, who is from Alaska, where they have bears that routinely eat people, standing enguarde with a knife facing the darkness. He says "Get the shi!t in the car." I knew they were serious.
This is the story as it was relayed to me. Dean was brushing his teeth by the car and he heard a loud THUD. Yes, there are large pinecones there, but it kept happening. THUD THUD THUD. Next he hears "something" let out a loud SQUAAAAAAKKK! like a giant bird.
At this point Nic hears this and they proceed to get freaked out. The THUDS and SQUAAAAAAKKK! noises are getting closer and closer. At this point, I get kicked awake and we high tail it to Dardanelle. Dean and Nic are good friends. They were genuinely scared and were definitely not messing with me.
My question to y'all is: has anyone familiar with the Sonora Pass had a similar experience? Some other quasi famous climbers have given me similar acounts.
PS I am a skeptic. I don't beleive in god, ghosts, magic, or any other BS but we definitely encountered something up there. Sasquatch, spirits, bird monster...I don't know.
edit: I forgot to add: the whole time we at this place, the only living things we saw were insects and birds. No chipmunks, deer, or coyotes. Anyone familiar with SPH will tell you there are plenty of animals up there. wierd.
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mark miller
Social climber
Reno
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:41pm PT
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Dude that whole Sonora pass area needs a solid and clear guide( To help remind me of the first ascents I've done) and to help sort out that awesome area. Of course there are other things out there but the republicans just don't want you to know about them.....Sleep tight sunshine......
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:42pm PT
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you sure it wasn't Dingus chasing you off?
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WBraun
climber
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:43pm PT
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That's DMT and Brutus home turf.
They're real good at scaring the sh'it out of people to protect their turf.
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marky
climber
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:47pm PT
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ha ha
funny shittt
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LuckyPink
climber
the last bivy
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:57pm PT
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actually I've heard this from others.. ask Jerry Dodrill.. just recently some friends were up there and had a very similar experience .. definitely NOT a bear.
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Sasquatch=Dingus/Munge in a trenchcoat
Edit: those two guys were scared shitless also
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JerryGarcia
Trad climber
South Lake Tahoe
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Jan 23, 2008 - 08:59pm PT
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Even though we have never met in real life, my first thought was DMT.
[edit] or man-bear-pig
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taorock
Trad climber
Okanogan, WA
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Jan 23, 2008 - 09:04pm PT
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Something very similar happened to me on a cold night at La Ventana Arch in New Mexico. Late night drive with a quick break from driving to run up to the arch. My dog was with me.
We were sitting under the Arch when he started getting real nervous which was highly unusual. Then, I heard what I thought was a mountain lion screeching except it was if it was coming from the air and changing locations very quickly. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end and neither of us needed further prompting to get out of there fast.
I've also experienced the paralyzed sensation you speak of while something unworldly delivers some obtuse message.
Who knows what lurks out there. At the least it connects one with our hunter ancestors who faced the danger of being eaten by predators as a normal part of life. In that vein, an interesting read by Doug (Hayduke) and Andrea Peacock entitled "The Essential Grizzly" contains some interesting thoughts on how these ancestral memories affect us now.
http://www.americansouthwest.net/new_mexico/photographs150/rockarch.jpg
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AllezAllez510
Trad climber
PDX, OR
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 23, 2008 - 09:15pm PT
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taorock, my frind Brian wouls say you encountered a "skinwalker."
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mtnyoung
Trad climber
Twain Harte, California
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Jan 23, 2008 - 09:40pm PT
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This isn't the only time these types of stories have been told. By perfectly creditable people, locals and visitors. Very strange. I tend to view things very empiracally, but I've heard enough that I wonder. Some have started using the word Chupicabra as a quick phrase to describe what has been talked about.
PS: Allez, you guys left so fast that dishes were still at the parking area when I got there to climb the next day. I thought they were someone's litter. Nearby I found a bouldering pad that you guys lost in your haste to leave. Months later, climbing with Dean, he told me the story. I put two and two together and gave him back the pad. I don't think people leave so fast that they lose gear unless they believe there's something real going on.
Very odd, I don't know what to think.
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FeelioBabar
climber
Sneaking up behind you...
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Jan 23, 2008 - 09:47pm PT
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skinwalkers are real sh#t. Not like hollywood bullshit skinwalkers, real Navajo legend ones. My uncle was the sheriff of Blanding Ut for a while, as his father was,...and has some NUTS stories of unexplainable things in the desert and on the res. Skinned humans. coyotes walking on hind legs. Blind women running at 50 MPH alongside the patrol car. Just cause you can't explain doesn't mean it ain't real. Better you don't mention the name of these creatures after dark in the desert...as it is rumored to conjur them
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klk
Trad climber
cali
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Jan 23, 2008 - 09:48pm PT
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i enjoyed this story, having heard serious accounts of sasquatch encounters from another sonora climber. i believe there's a related thread buried way back here somewhere.
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WBraun
climber
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:06pm PT
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"Blind women running at 50 MPH alongside the patrol car."
WOW! I couldn't even pedal a bike that fast if I wanted to.
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nick d
Trad climber
nm
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:27pm PT
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How did he know they were blind?
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WBraun
climber
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:36pm PT
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No eyeballs
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Nefarius
Big Wall climber
Fresno, CA
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:48pm PT
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Hmmm... As I spend a great amount of time in the desert surrounding Blanding, Feelio, I guess I should be more aware, eh? Freaky shit!
Maybe I should find me a big woman companion - to keep me warm out there and protect me from the big things in the night! =)
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klk
Trad climber
cali
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:54pm PT
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To the tune of La Bamba:
Chu-chu-chu-chupachucabra
the vampire beast
it is killing my chickens!
it is killing my goats
with a bite on the neck!
Chupa, chucabra ......
Chupa, chucabra ......
Chupa, chupa!
Jingle in a radio ad by a Latino store in the low desert, circa 1994.
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taorock
Trad climber
Okanogan, WA
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Jan 23, 2008 - 10:54pm PT
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Not scary...
Back in the early 70's I was hiking in the Canadian Rockies. I was compelled to walk just off the trail. I went about twenty feet and looked down to see a disked shaped rock about five inches in diameter. When I turned it over there was a hand pattern made by silica. Very distinct, finger joints and all five digits clearly expressed.
I carried it (or it used me) for four miles. I was then drawn off the trail again into a meadow at tree-line. Toward the middle of the meadow sat a stand-a-lone rock the size of a small kitchen table. There were great peak views all around. The stone was warm and fit perfectly into a little depression on top of the rock. As soon as I placed the stone in the depression I felt complete peace. I left it there.
So many amazing things happen in a life. This one was very simple, but I've never forgotten it.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:05pm PT
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there's no chupacabra, and no sasquatch.
that's all I have to say
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