So I’m out there walking on a March afternoon, taking in long views across waves of green rolling hills in western Petaluma, when I glance down at the trail and see it: fresh prints of a three-toed creature. with three long claws. I see one print, and then another, and then a chain of them lining the dirt path I’m following, never veering from it to the grass at either side of the path, and I don’t stray either, but I do avoid marring their perfect strangeness. The earth is soft, and their impression is as clear as a handprint in sand. What in the world was here before me?
I turn and look behind me; a lone man in a T-shirt and jeans is jogging uphill. Ahead, two teenaged boys careen around on mountain bikes, looking for more adventure, and I’m thinking all they have to do for more thrill is look down at the path they’re crossing. The pattern of footprints is steady and clear. But they don’t see the pattern on the trail, they’re too busy looking for the best places to point their bike tires.
I keep walking, until the jogger finally reaches me, and when he does, I ask him what he thinks about the prints. He stops and looks down at the trail where he’s been raising dust. “Whaa?” he cries. He studies the footprints like I did when I first saw them, and we stand together, puzzling it out. We’re not getting anywhere, so after a few moments he shakes his head and takes off to continue his jog.
I shoot pictures, lots of them. I have to look closer at these images when I get home and email a few to a friend who knows animal tracks like most people know models of cars.
I try to imagine the creature whose feet made these prints — a hoary troll with legs like chicken drumsticks and tangled, wiry black hair hanging down its bare back? This isn’t the kind of place a hoary troll would typically take a walk on a sunny spring afternoon. The scene here is more than innocent, pastoral, serene.
I track the prints until they disappear near the top of the hill. I text one of the photos to a friend, and I hear back right away. She’s sure she knows what it is.
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A trail of mysterious footprints.
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