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Through this site I left South Carolina and found myself at a seasonal job at Togwotee Mountain Lodge in Northwest Wyoming, one of the best things I ever did.
I worked there a couple of seasons. The job ended on April 7th, it was 2002 and I hadn't yet found my summer job.. I had taken my savings and driven down to Cheyenne to Sierra Trading Post, a mostly online discount camping equipment store which has a bargain basement where I outfitted myself with hiking and camping equipment. I then traveled west to Medicine Bow National Park just west of Laramie. I found a perfect camping spot 3 or 4 miles down a dirt road. It had 3 or 4 huge boulders in a semicircle that protected my little camp. In the mornings I would make the short trip to Laramie and use the libraries computers to do my job search, then I would go back to my camp site, do some hiking, read and just hang out .
This particular afternoon the weather had turned chilly and I was laying in the cab of my small truck warmed by the sun. I remember the air was really still that's why the following was really strange. As I was laying there reading all of a sudden there was a disturbance around my campsite. All of a sudden out of the stillness three or four little whirlwinds swirled around my campsite. In the center no more than knee high, it almost looked like you could make out little figures. It wasn't clear at all, but these little whirlwind figures went around to my tent, cooler, chair, fire ring and down the side of my truck and then just as quick as it started it was over. It was very strange, they came out of nowhere and now all was completely quiet and still again. At the time I didn't know what to make of it. The next morning I woke up and it started snowing heavily. My truck was a two wheel drive and I didn't want to get stuck so I packed up my stuff and headed to the Flying J Truck Stop in Cheyenne and spent the night there until the storm passed and then I continued on to the next job I had found up on Mackinaw Island.
Epilogue ~ maybe a year later I came across the following article.
Little People & the Pedro Mountain Mummy
The Pedro Mountains of south-central Wyoming photo courtesy Bureau of Land Management. Oral traditions of many Native American tribes, including the Arapaho, Sioux, Cheyenne, and Crow, tell of “little people” who stand from just 20 inches to three feet tall. In some tribes they are known as “tiny people eaters,” in others they were known to have been spirits and healers, and some believed them to be magical, similar to leprechauns or fairies. In any event, the legends were well known among Indians across the nation, long before the Europeans set foot upon these lands.
These Pedro mountains were almost directly north from where I was.
So what do you think? Do you think I had an encounter with the "little people"?
All I know it was very strange at how still it was and then for a very short moment there was this flurry of activity and then it was completely still again.
Let me know what you think