My dad and my uncle are staunch believers in a wild man sort of creature that lives out here in the remote San Juan mountains of southern Colorado. The stories

My dad and my uncle are staunch believers in a wild man sort of creature that lives out here in the remote San Juan mountains of southern Colorado. The stories they share are vague, but convincing. They grew up in these mountains, sleeping alone under the stars there throughout the ‘50s and ‘60s. Over the last couple of decades they have stories of things that they’d never experienced in their lives in the mountains. Screams. Destruction. Heart-pounding sounds and experiences. Now they quest for conclusive evidence and have yet to turn up any. It’s hard to reconcile the lack of evidence with the ascribed authority of their cumulative mountaineering experience, much like what’s described in this article.