True Skinwalker Encounter: 5 Campers vs Something Terrifying in a Utah Canyon
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What led the campers to a terrifying experience in Utah?
I went camping in Utah with four friends. Something out there kept calling us by name. I don't care who believes me anymore. I'm not trying to turn this into a campfire story or pitch a movie idea. I just need to get it out somewhere that isn't in my own head, because the more time passes, the more I realize that week in Utah was the point where my life split into a before and an after. if you've ever had the sense that the woods are looking back at you not in some poetic way but like there's a specific pair of eyes tracking you this might ring a bell in a way you wish it wouldn't this happened in the summer of twenty thirteen in southern utah somewhere between the san rafael swell and the edge of navajo land
I'm not going to give exact coordinates because one, I don't want some of you going out there to debunk this, and two, I think whatever we walked into wasn't meant for us. We were five people, all in our early twenties and full of that idiot confidence that comes from having lived just long enough to think you're invincible. There was me, my roommate Dylan, his girlfriend Becca, my cousin Matt, and our friend Aaron, who we always joked was the responsible one. even though she was only a year older than me. The plan was a week-long loop. We'd park my truck at a dusty pull-off off a frontage road, hike into a series of canyons that Dylan had been obsessing over on topo maps, follow a dry wash, climb up onto a plateau, then drop back down a different canyon and come out near where we started.
Seven days, six nights. We weren't total idiots about it. We had water filters, a PLB that never ended up mattering, way too many cliff bars, and enough lightweight gear to think we knew what we were doing. The drive out there already felt like entering a different planet. The further south we went, the more the mountains flattened into mesas, and then into those rolling red cliffs that look like they've been peeled back with a giant knife. The sky got bigger, the air got hotter, drier, emptier. By the time we pulled off onto the washboard dirt road that Dylan had marked on the map, my phone had been dead for hours, and it felt like we'd dropped off the edge of anything civilized. Which at the time, was the appeal.
We weren't completely alone though. About 15 miles before the pull-off, there was this little gas station slash store. You know the kind. One pump.
What warnings did the old man at the gas station give the campers?
Faded sign. A few dusty soda fridges inside. Shelves with old canned chili and sun bleached beef jerky. We stopped there to top off on gas and grab extra water jugs because Dylan had started second guessing his calculations in that way where he pretended he wasn't worried, but his knee bounced twice as fast. Inside, it was dim and blessedly cool. A swamp cooler hummed half-heartedly from the ceiling. Behind the counter was this older guy, native, probably in his sixties, with a long gray braid and a face that looked like it had been carved out of the same rock as the cliffs outside. He watched us with this calm, heavy stare as we loaded up on whatever we thought we needed. "'You all heading out to camp?'
he asked when I set a couple of gallon jugs on the counter." Yeah, Dylan answered, always the self-appointed leader. Just a loop out past, he rattled off the name of the wash and a couple of landmarks, like he was trying to prove we weren't completely clueless. The old guy's eyes flicked up at that, not surprised exactly, more like annoyed or resigned. Those canyons are long, he said. Heat'll get you if you're not careful. You got plenty of water? We're good, Dylan said, grinning. "'We're from Colorado. We hike all the time.' The man didn't smile back. He looked at each of us in turn. Me, then Becca with her long braid and big sunglasses, Matt with his baseball cap, Aaron with her careful, quiet eyes.
How did the campers react to the strange noises at night?
He lingered on Aaron for a second longer, like he recognized something in her face, then shifted his gaze back to me. "'You stay on the main drainages,' he said." Don't go climbing up every little side canyon you see. People get turned around out there, lose the sun, lose themselves.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What led the campers to a terrifying experience in Utah?
0:15–2:45
2
What warnings did the old man at the gas station give the campers?
2:45–4:18
3
How did the campers react to the strange noises at night?
4:18–5:45
4
What unusual footprints did the campers discover around their tents?
5:45–8:38
5
How did the campers' dynamics change during their hike?
8:38–11:43
6
What happened when the campers heard their names being called?
11:43–15:33
7
What terrifying encounter did the campers face in the canyon?
15:33–24:55
8
What lessons did the campers learn from their experience?
24:55–59:20
Speakers
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