A few summers ago I went camping near Mount Bachelor with a few friends. While they were there to relax and play Frisbee with their dogs, I had other things on my mind. I had come in search of Sasquatch. I was determined to find him, corner him and ask him what his friggin' problem is. I mean, really, does he have Social Anxiety Disorder? What's with all the hiding and the mystery and the leaving of footprints all over the place?

Ok, not really but I did take a bungload of pictures. I decided to connect them all together with a ridiculous, threadbare story about hunting for Bigfoot. As you can probably tell, it's been slow at work tonight.

If you're in the mood to read a lot of captions and look at photos of Detroit, click here.

No, really. There is a town in this state called Detroit. It exists and I find that hilarious for some reason.

But not as hilarious as the word "Sasquatch."