So, I kept writing today. For some reason I always like it when there’s an infodump at the end of the story and it makes it seems like everyone just goes on their merry way. It works as long as you don’t need to make up some reason for a sequel. So I now have written 51,276 words in the month of November and my next monumental task is an edit and a rewrite. But here’s the infodump…

So, the Sheriff ordered more one ounce silver coins, complete with his portrait in the tail side. For this new Sasquatch hunt, he decided on a more local name, The Wishkah Valley Skookum Trail – 2008 on the front. Now that the Bigfoot hunters were all over the internet, he sold out the first minting in less than a month. The press was huge once they got pictures of the footprint mold up on the web. There were hairs left behind in the body bag that proved the Sheriff right, much to the surprise of the State Patrol’s forensic lab. The DNA profile of the Sasquatch was so close to that of a human, no one would have ever found it, except for the exemplars that Denton and Bowden brought in. With this new information, they were able to match DNA left on several more of the body parts to a Skookum, but not the one that had been in the bag.

Eric renamed the bar. The Lumber Mill was rechristened The DreamTime and the grand reopening featured another concert by Ralph’s band, Nobstreater Revival. Eric put a huge portrait of Ollie Svenberg above the bar and a nine foot statue of a Sasquatch just inside the door. Eric financed his remodeling by laundering all the cash he had piled up through Joe Cross’s building, getting a new roof, a new paint job and all new interiors. It only took a month or so for the makeover, making a place for Joe’s anchor tenant, Bowden’s Bigfoot Emporium.

Although Bowden would have preferred to use Sasquatch or Skookum in the name, his last name started with a B, so Bowden’s Bigfoot just sounded better. Sheila was able to run the store, selling those silver medallions and all manner of trinkets and curios to the tourists that had been driving through Aberdeen anyway, just not having a reason to stop until now. Aberdeen was back on the map, as Sasquatch Central.

Mr. Svenberg had a hard time coming to grips with what he’d been entranced to do with his customers and quit the business of death. He still drove his old Cadillac hearse around town after he sold the building where his shop was, keeping that car looking like brand new. And just like having to make the trip to Wal-Mart if they wanted something that the supermarket didn’t sell, everyone had to go to Aberdeen now for their final passage to wherever it was they were headed.

Ralph was so inspired by all the excitement that his geocache dabbling had started that he wrote an entire new album of songs. With all the new tourists in town, he even got noticed by some big wig from LA and signed a record deal. Sarah had warned him about using the old Nobstreater name, and sure enough, as soon as he started getting press, his old band mates came out of the woodwork to hassle him about getting the band back together.

Peter and Louise packed up their internet business and moved to Hawaii. Louise only bought the house in Hoquiam because it cost about the same as a parking space in a Seattle condo building. The rain didn’t bother Peter or Louie, but the cold and the grey did, so they moved to the Big Island where it rained even more, but at least it was warm. Now they wouldn’t run into any Skookums, but they’d better keep an eye out for Night Walkers.