I was in the adirondacks on an overnight snowshoe trip. I'm cursing myself for not bringing my camera. I left it behind to keep my pack weight below 25 lbs, as we were going deep into the mountains.
However, as we were snowshoing along the morning the first day, once we got deep into the mountains we stopped seeing all signs of human activity for around the next 4 miles or so. Then, toward the end of the day, (I'm CURSING for not having my camera!) we came across some tracks. They were about 8 inches wide, and around 22 inches long and teardrop shaped, with a front foot and heal area clearly defined. They seemed to be heading in the same direction we were. We followed them for the next 45 minutes. They lead to a lean-to and then faded away. (NYS helicopters in building materials and lands them on frozen Adirondack lakes in the winter, and volunteers, usually boy scouts, build semi-permanant lean-to structures all along the adirondacks, every 10 to 20 miles....)
We were pretty freaked out. Although we couldn't make out any toe or claw shapes in the powdery snow, they were definitely 20-22 inches long and tear drop shaped, like a foot.
Anyway, we made a fire and cooked dinner in the dark. We pitched two tents and two of us put our bivys inside the lean-to. The lean to was under a thick canopy of tall pine trees overlooking a lake. We hung our food in a nearby tree and played cards until 9, then went to sleep. i slept in the lean to.
At around 4am, I woke up hearing something at the edge of the lean to. I peered out from my bivy, and could barely make out the shape of something big in the dark. I couldn't say for sure it was humanoid, but I could hear a breathing sound. I reached for my light, but in doing so I knocked over my stove, making a racket. When I turned my light on, there was nothing there.
20 minutes or so later, we heard objects hitting the roof of the Lean to. It freaked us all out. There would be somethign hitting the roof every hour or so all night.
In the morning, we found 10 or so sticks about a foot long and as thick as my thumb on the lean to roof. Thrown there in the absence of rocks due to thick snow cover? Also, in the opening where I saw the creature, the snow was very packed down, as if something had paced back and forth there for awhile.
We ate breakfast and packed up our stuff and walked out. The wind picked up, and over the sound of the wind we could clearly hear sticks being banged together, as if the creature was telling us our decision to leave it's territory was a good one.
The rest of the trip there was no more activity or tracks.
