We were driving through a tiny town named Strawberry, somewhere in the Sierras, when we came across this little market and what appears to be a wooden sasquatch out front.
“Pull over!” I yelled to my wife. “Photo op!”
This particular Satch appears to either be holding a beer or experiencing a stomach ache.
Regardless, I figure the Sierras, not far from Yosemite, is a perfect place for a…