Bigfoot is anxious about the state of his state

[...] as I travel widely, my fears have grown about our home state.

[...] I’ve always been proud of the way I bring its disparate regions together, from Bigfoot-themed bars in L.A. to the Bigfoot Discovery Museum in the Santa Cruz Mountains.

The marijuana-industrial complex is relentlessly pushing into the lightly populated regions I favor; the noise of their trucks — bringing in soil, shipping out the finished product — disturbs my sleep.

California’s urban housing shortage is forcing more people to build in places near my remote haunts.

The presence of more people in forests adds to the risk of giant wildfires at a dangerous time.

The erosion is extreme in many wild places, including Bluff Creek (Humboldt County), where that video of me was shot nearly 50 years ago.

In the hipster havens of San Francisco and Los Angeles, men are so allergic to shaving these days that if I wear a beanie hat, skinny jeans and custom-made sneakers, no one pays me any attention.

“In the 70s, Bigfoot was frigging terrifying — he was a monster who killed people,” says my friend Bobby Green, designer-owner of the Bigfoot Lodges in Culver City and Atwater Village in Los Angeles.

[...] a more accessible, even cuddly me started appearing in cartoons, funny commercials, and comedies like John Lithgow’s “Harry and the Hendersons.”