Greg's Musings



I guess I should preface this with, my thoughts are an open book. I can only hypothesize at best.  My belief in this bi-ped called Sasquatch, is unwavering, yet I deliberate on its origins. Where Sasquatch comes from and how long he’s here for is also an open book.

I also take a step further to introduce The Little People and their interplay in this relationship. A strong case can be made that these are inter dimensional and either change or alter energy and frequency, enabling an ability for them to be here on our planet, but we cannot see them. Throw in their shyness and extreme care to stay in the shadow. It’s possible, yet a bug in me thinks we should still have more evidence. I strongly think that advancements in Quantum physics, dimensional theory and relativity will open doors and introduce methods or evidence that can be measured, quantified, studied further and brought into theory.

In exploring the Woo option of interplanetary travel. I personally believe this offers the most artistic fun. As a realist, it swept me away from my comfort zone, launching me into the multiverse while crafting the book. Diving into the cosmos, learning that an entire frontier awaits us out there. I also carry no personal religious affiliation, yet I lean towards a foundational love of our natural world and its wonders. In part at least, the message from the Little People I respect and love. Now more than ever, our help is needed. Do good things.

In magic realism, I attempted to share the universality and the beliefs in these spirits and beings. They span the globe dating back thousands of years, in many different shapes and forms, including giants. In my purview, that would also help explain why we have scant, known physical evidence, both currently and in the fossil record. Speculation has it where they bury their dead. All the more reason it would be in that record, somewhere. Additionally, for all of you who may know what archaeologists do, they have a trained eye for spotting places and establishing a dig. I also think these beings are too big and would require more (especially in winter on a burned-over landscape), thus making them vulnerable to being found. This is also not to say that there are places out there, anywhere from five thousand up to thirty thousand acre areas that may have either seen some light logging or mining in the past, but are otherwise overlooked little wild areas. 

These are the places I like to hike into. It’s also double fun to use the old forest service maps to find those old pack trails that sometimes traverse the areas. Of those I know, there are two canyon areas that may have a possibility because of their character, hundreds of small cliffs in the 5000 ft deep canyon, 40 to 200 feet in height. Only one faint trail that goes up about a mile in a windy convoluted canyon system, waterfalls too numerous to count and have to climb over. These largely intact steep canyons might work, but still, we would have more evidence.

The allure and terror that sinks deep when out camping in a place after dark and heavy footfalls are heard just outside the dwindling firelight, providing a long night of angst of what’s out past the thin tent wall. If its breathing is making the tent move in and out, it is too close. You may freak out now.

Ahh, the great outdoors! The above scenario happened to me and a friend. The part I left out was the friend I was with opened a jar of smoked salmon earlier and had it open for hours, the scent of that carries for miles, plus greasy fingers from eating, attracting in a black bear. A very pesky boar (male) black bear. Sometimes they can be a pain in the ass. Whatever you do, don’t feed them.  

My other favorite example is being camped near a lake in the wilderness, after dark. Hearing scuffles and loud crunching leaves nearby. I put my flashlight out there and spot two big Western Toads scampering around, searching for bugs. It’s so fun, because I can be a part of it and get to know the neighbors, even at 11pm.

In closing, I also want to provide a story to humanity with an opportunity to laugh a bit, learn something new and help in a world effort to make the planet less sick.

Thank you!

Greg's Musings



Greetings to all!

I am Greg Walter and I began this project about four years ago when I was wrestling with personal issues that altered my life, forcing me to look deeply and find a path to success through a love of the written word I dedicate myself to. Plus, I have stories, personal ones. Baring my soul by allowing everyone a ticket into the honeycombed chambers of my life. In this, to hopefully impart experiences people may learn a lesson from, or gain further knowledge. I also consider myself a practicing humorist in both writing and conversation.
The Ridgewalkers was going to be the third book in the series, the first two being more historical fiction, but taking into account most every major war in the 20th century, including the drug war. Personal stories, straight from our family history, which was colorful and somewhat scandalous. Informative, touching on wars, celebrations and battles long forgotten. Dedication to country leading to family problems and unresolved PTSD.


So it is from this foundation I chose to write this story first, not really even knowing what genre this would best fit into. I love science fiction because one goal is to blend the two worlds between fact and solid theory, stepping into fiction and hypothesis and creating a blurred line between the two. Add in spiritual lore in a natural setting which propels the reader into an adventure in magical realism with plot twists and connecting emotionally with the spirits in nature. Plus the writer gets artistic license to create and weave a story that compels the reader to learn and experience from these firsthand accounts.
I am also an environmentalist. I am perpetually a student of science, history, culture, lore and learning. Digging in archives and forlorn stacks of manuscripts to locate that historical connection and lost knowledge. Locating maps and pictures not shared by many for a century or longer. I value native forests and untrammeled land. Always have, always will. James Joyce once wrote, “Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map.” While out there, one may have feelings of being lonely. Out in the wild you are never alone. Nothing sweeter exists than drinking cold, clean water on a hot day from a high elevation spring.
I am not against resource extraction or fire suppression. We simply have to get smarter and apply greater flexibility in both preventing and combating these explosive, wind-driven fire events. It starts around the home. Tough choices made in a fast growing fire is not ideal and can lead to bad decisions and burned up property. There are numerous studies on this.