Collection: Sasquatch Camping

You rise before dawn and hike deep into the mountains. Birds are waking. An orange glow lights up the horizon.

And then you see him. Sasquatch is sitting on a tree stump, stoic as a cowboy, nursing a hot cup of Joe. He has a bad case of bedhead from a long night tossing and turning in his sleeping bag, and his breath steams in the chill air. Listen closely. Do you hear that? It's the sound of silence, and Sasquatch is sharing it with you.