Encounter in the mountains of Ardenvoir, Washington, Spring 1977
The following is a story of an encounter told many times by my grandfather, George McNamara. It portrays a combination UFO/Sasquatch encounter. It was written down in book form by…
From: 1977 C.E. To: 1978 C.E.
Location: Ardenvoir, Washington, United States of America
The following is a story of an encounter told many times by my grandfather, George McNamara. It portrays a combination UFO/Sasquatch encounter. It was written down in book form by Judith Murphy for my grandma Marlene, early 2019.
Late in the spring of 1977 found me at the end of the road about 5000 feet in the mountains near Ardenvoir, Washington. I was in my 1959 Mercedes accompanied by a large, fierce and intelligent dog.
I was there to plant trees for the Forest Service on a small unit. I arrived in the early afternoon and planted a few trees in the company of a Forest Service Inspector. The weather was sunny and pleasantly warm. I finished planting as the shadows were growing.
I retired to my car to eat supper and to shoot my new .22 pistol for the first time. That did not prove too interesting. However, while looking around for a target, I noticed something peculiar.
It seemed large. Opaque objects were drifting laterally about 10 feet off the ground at maybe 1 MPH. I could see three or four at any particular time and they moved uniformly from left to right. As they moved, they seemed to turn of an axis so they appeared to be doors opening and closing. One minute they would be three feet wide, and then gradually they would become three inches wide, and then back again, very slowly.
Everything was very tranquil and peaceful. I was not alarmed, although I was very curious. Therefore, I went to bed in the back of my car. I left my dog outside, to be on the safe side. I slept for some time, until maybe two or three o’clock.
Suddenly, I was being bounced out of bed, being tossed a foot or more as a heavy force acted on the back of the car. It stopped right away and I looked outside. There in the dim light next to the car stood several large, 7-8 ft. tall and very broad-shouldered anthropoids.
They just stood there, so obviously. The ball was on my side. I knew I had to go outside. I considered taking the gun, but I decided I was better off without it. I unlocked the car door and scrambled out. I sort of rolled out of the car onto the ground to the amusement of the visitors.
I stood up and found myself the center of attention in a semi-circle of these beings approximately six feet from me. They had large heads and long arms. There were about three males and three females. I had a feeling they knew me a lot better than I knew them. They were naked; I was not.
I did not know what they wanted and they did not help me so I took the only action that seemed appropriate to me. I extended my hand and said “at least we can be friends.” There were no takers. A large male in the middle of the group acted as their spokesperson and he eventually replied, “I buckle my belt with Orion.” I recognized this as a rebuff; he obviously considered himself superior to me. They muttered among themselves for a couple of minutes and then left in the same general direction in about a 40-degree arc.
I was suddenly completely alone. I got back into the car and went back to sleep. It might seem strange that I could sleep unless you have tromped about planting trees.
I never felt threatened during the meeting. They seemed to act with restraint and balance. I felt they were aligned with an ethical system I could live with, sort of like the people at a PTA meeting.
My dog never raised a rumpus. He was gone until rather late that morning, very unlike him. The surrounding area upon inspection did not prove their presence, no footprints, except my own.
I did not tell anyone about it until the Forest Service compliance man signed the paper on the unit. His reply was, “I’m not going to tell anybody about this.” I said, “Fine”.
There seemed to be a musky odor to them, pleasant in fact, like a pig yard in light air. They also seemed quite hairy, somewhat reddish brown.
A year later, there was a rash of sightings in the area. A forest service employee quit his job to study them. It hit the newspapers for about a year.
I also saw the door phenomena in the summer about a year later near Snoqualmie Pass, Washington, I thought “oh, oh”, but nothing happened.
George McNamara
There is more to this story than ended up in this version. My mother was very young at the time but she remembers George coming home shaken, with strange dents on his car.
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