You chuckle and wonder who would be tromping out here barefoot, and
with such big feet. They're human and they have to be at least size
13's. You follow them wondering if you'll find a naked giant at the
end of your trail. You notice looking back and forth that the paces
seem to be getting farther apart, as if the hiker is taking greater
strides. That's odd the tracks seem to be getting bigger too. You
compare my putting your shod foot inside the giant man's print lining
up your heel with his. Then you walk up the path about 10 paces, and
compare. It's got be an eighth of an inch bigger. You go further up
the path at least 50 paces now, and your foot appears a whole inch
shorter inside the giant print. It must be a 22 now. This is
impossible. You pursue the tracks deeper through the brush. They're
getting harder to follow. Ah, here's a mud puddle, whoa that's got to
be a size 26 at least. You're getting hot and sweaty as you pursue
your incredible quarry. Part of you thinks that this is a hoax, but
you know it would be too hard for a person to pull off a hoax like
this.
You don't notice the sudden drop off, and are soon tumbling head first
down a 200 foot steep incline. You are stunned, but basically unhurt.
You stare back up at the cliff, and wonder how you'll get back. Then
you remember the footprints, and look around to see if there's a
fallen giant in the brush. You re-discover the trail, but the feet are
impossibly huge.
"Maybe it's big foot?" you wonder aloud.
Then you follow the track along a long disuse path. Blades of grass
that have grown in the path have been freshly flattened by something
that has to be huge.