In July of 2007, I met a sasquatch who recently moved from Oregon's Cascade Range forests to retire in Tonopah, Nevada for health reasons. How he handled the heat with all that fur I'll never know, but he too heard rumors of bargain priced "jet planes" in the desert. He said he spends most days roaming the sage covered desert in search of "jet planes". I asked him if he ever had a hostile encounter with tourists or locals, and he said only once, when he visited the Lunar Crater in the nearby Humboldt-Tolyabe National Forest. A crowd of tourists encircled him, taking photographs and demanding autographs, thinking he was the Star Wars character "Chewbacca". Despite his assertions that he was a sasquatch, even going so far as to pulling on his fur showing it was not a Hollywood costume, the crowd refused to believe he was the legitimate article. To appease the increasingly aggressive crowd, he gave a woman a tuft of his fur as a keepsake and proof he wasn't Chewbacca.