I crossed the 45th parallel recently. That’s the imaginary line of latitude that marks the halfway point between the North Pole and the Equator. I capitalize them because they are kind of a big deal.

My search for Bigfoot has brought me to the Pacific Northwest.  Originally I had planned to hike deep into the forbidding forests – to be gone for days, maybe weeks at a time, enduring hardship, hunger, and damp socks in my quest for the truth.

But, as loyal readers could tell you, through extrapolation I learned a couple of days ago that there is a 50% chance that he is sitting on a barstool at Bob’s Burgers & Brew in Yakima. So, I went there instead….pic related

He was not.

Speaking of mysteries, the conspiracy boards are all a-buzz now that the PTB has tipped their hand, so to speak, and let slip the outcome of the upcoming presidential election.

For those of you who don’t own a tinfoil hat, Senator Ted Cruz is the predetermined winner, as is evidenced by displaying the Masonic “Hidden Hand Gesture” during the most recent GOP debate…pic related…

If you don’t believe me, Google it. They are going nuts about this.

From Napoleon to George Washington, Karl Marx, Stalin…the list goes on.

And, the weird stuff doesn’t end there!  I drove along the Oregon Trail and crossed the Columbia River. (The video game was right, by the way, I would have died of dysentery).  It is weird territory.  You (me) will be driving along, minding your (my) own business and there will be a goddamn waterfall, like, RIGHT THERE! for no reason whatsoever. Like, it’s no big deal…

Anyway, I crossed the Columbia River, which is fucking huge – wider than a mile and all that Moon River shit – when off in the distance, I could swear I see…Stonehenge?

Could it be?

I detoured from my route in an attempt to try to get closer.  Being an intrepid investigator of all things paranormal,  other-worldly, and just plain strange (smooch to Trixie) I was able to follow subtle hints and clues to zero in on it…

Diligence and literacy pay off once again!

Stonehenge is like the Applebee’s of the Unexplained Mysteries.  Every town has one.  I have visited, five, I think, since I took to the road.

Nonetheless, jaded though I might be, I got out and snapped some photos…

This one is a full-scale replica of the one on Salisbury Plain in England.

Construction was completed in 1930 and it is dedicated to the Veterans of WWI who were killed. Apparently, the leading theory of the day was that Stonehenge had been used for human sacrifice.  The fellow who commissioned this one drew a corollary between that and drafting soldiers to fight in wars or something.

With all these hidden hands and Stonehenge sightings and the idea that Sasquatch was probably lurking around the next bend,  it makes perfect sense that my Weird-Shit-O-Meter was in the Red Zone.  I was on high alert when I got to Bob’s Burgers & Brew in Yakima.

I approached the restaurant from the rear and was struck by something odd on their sign. Look at the pic above. I know the glare is harsh and the pic is blurry. But, it doesn’t matter because, I couldn’t tell what I was looking at anyway.  It had this weird logo. I’m not sure how to describe it.  It was not entirely unlike a cat-o’nine tails. But, that would be a different choice for the logo for an eatery.

I was determined to get to the bottom of this.  I stood outside in the drizzle for 20 minutes and just…studied it.

Why would this “Bob” person include this thing on his sign? Most of you sheeple will just breeze right by it and not give it a second glance.   No, this mark was put there for those that would recognize it – just like Cruz and the hidden hand thing.

And, then there is me. I don’t breeze by, yet, I don’t know the secret. But, I want them to know, I know that something is going on. I notice.

Eventually I admitted defeat to myself and continued around to the entrance at front of the building.

The logo was there and I was able to get a more clear shot.  I made a silent vow to myself to keep an eye out in my travels. I’m thinking Illuminati.

Ok, ok, ok…after all that effort, it ends up this “Bob” puts a decorative lamp post in front of all of his restaurants and even  uses it as his logo. Who knew? Dick.

Instead of the American Yeti, I spent the evening chatting with a fellow named Kevin. He ate a burger with a hot dog on top.

I drank my beer and reflected on the most baffling mystery of them all and wondered what she was doing.