Meet the Fam
SquatchFam™
Hidden deep in the Appalachian wilds lives a family unlike any other — the SquatchFam. They’re not monsters or myths… they’re guardians of the great outdoors. From SquatchMan, the steady protector of hikers and adventurers, to SquatchWoman, who watches over campers and kids, each member of the SquatchFam has a role to play in keeping the trails safe, the stories alive, and the spirit of exploration strong.
Whether it’s the brave little SquatchGirl, the wild-hearted SquatchBoy, or the ever-loyal SquatchDog, this mysterious but lovable crew reminds us that family sticks together — even in the forest.
So next time you hear a rustle in the woods or see a flicker in the trees… don’t be scared. The SquatchFam is out there — looking out for you, one legend at a time.
SquatchMan
SquatchMan™ - The Guardian
In the hush of the Appalachian dawn, where mist rolls like memory and the mountains hold ancient breath, there walks a force older than time. He’s not a hunter. He’s not a hero. He is the balance between chaos and calm — the stillness in the storm.
Known only by his sign — a single footprint, impossibly large — SquatchMan is the Keeper of the Wilds. Where SquatchWoman walks the hidden paths and shields the hearts of kin, he watches the ridgelines, silent and steadfast. Together they form the myth’s foundation: connection and strength.
He answers to no one, but appears when most needed. Not to be seen — to be sensed. A shadow at the edge of the campfire. A breeze that stills danger.
He does not protect the strong — he reminds them who they are.
In these hills, they say he walks still — not to be followed, but to let you know you’re not alone.
SquatchWoman
SquatchWoman™ - Guardian of the Wild Ones
In the hush of the Blue Ridge wilds, where mist curls through rhododendron thickets and moonlight dances off granite outcrops, she watches.
Known by few but felt by many, SquatchWoman is the unseen protector of the backwoods — especially of women, girls, and the wild-hearted who roam where the map fades. When the trail grows too quiet or the night too still, her presence moves like instinct: unspoken, but known.
Campers speak of calm settling over their tents. Hikers recall sudden shifts in the wind — away from danger. And mothers in the mountain hollers still leave quiet offerings at creek beds, not from fear, but respect.
They say she walks the ridgelines, where boots don’t go and eyes can’t follow. That when storms break or shadows stir, she makes the wild bend its path.
She is the spirit of balance, instinct, and strength. The one who keeps watch not just for wanderers, but for the daughters, the dreamers, and the ones who don’t yet know their own power.
To the world, she is myth.
To the SquatchFam, she is legacy.
To SquatchMan — she walks beside him. Not behind. Not beneath. The forest needs both.
She is the Watcher in the Wild — fierce, unseen, and always there when it matters most.
SquatchBoy
SquatchBoy™ – “The Wild Streak”
In the ancient hush of the Appalachian wilds, SquatchBoy races through the trees like a flash of wind and laughter. He’s the middle spark in the SquatchFam — older brother to SquatchGirl, and son of the legendary SquatchMan and SquatchWoman.
Where his father moves with purpose and his mother stands watch, SquatchBoy moves with joy. Quick to climb trees, chase fireflies, or make up stories around a campfire, he’s got the heart of a scout and the imagination of a storm. He’s fiercely loyal to his little sister, often keeping watch from a distance — unless, of course, he’s the one who wandered off first.
He might not have his parents’ wisdom or his sister’s quiet instinct, but his gut is rarely wrong, and his feet are never still. He’s the first to spot trouble, the first to charge in (or away), and the first to crack a joke that breaks the silence of the woods.
SquatchBoy isn’t just part of the myth — he’s the spark that keeps it moving. Always curious, always fast, and always just a little too close to the edge of adventure.
SquatchGirl
SquatchGirl™ - The Spark in the Shadows
Deep in the magical mist of the Appalachian forests — where trees tell stories and streams sing lullabies — lives SquatchGirl, the youngest member of the legendary SquatchFam. Born under a rare blue moon to SquatchMan and SquatchWoman, she may be small, but don’t let her size fool you — she’s clever, curious, and full of wild wonder.
While SquatchMan protects wandering adventurers and SquatchWoman watches over hikers and campers, SquatchGirl looks out for the little ones — toddlers on their first nature walk, kids roasting marshmallows by the fire, and families who dare to explore the great outdoors together.
She leaves playful signs — like pinecones shaped like hearts, or a trail of sparkly rocks — to guide young explorers safely down the right path. Some say she even giggles when kids splash in creeks or spot their first deer, as if she’s right there with them, just out of sight.
SquatchGirl is the spirit of childhood curiosity in the woods. She’s the guardian of giggles, tiny boots, and wild imaginations. When you see a little footprint next to your own, or feel a soft breeze that smells like wildflowers and adventure — that’s her.
She’s more than a myth. She’s magic made real — for those little enough to believe and bold enough to explore.
SquatchDog
SquatchDog™ - The Loyal Guardian of the Hidden Trails
Long before the world knew the legends of SquatchMan and SquatchWoman, before the echoes of laughter from SquatchGirl and SquatchBoy filled the forest, there was a howl in the night that signaled something sacred: SquatchDog was near.
Born beneath a sapphire moon in the misty hollows of the Blue Ridge Mountains, SquatchDog is no ordinary pup. With fur that blends into the forest floor and eyes that shimmer like moonlight on a still creek, he was chosen by the forest itself to be the Protector of the Path — a loyal companion to the SquatchFam and silent sentinel of the wild.
Wherever danger lurks or a trail goes cold, SquatchDog is already on the scent. He leads lost hikers back to safety, alerts the family to approaching threats, and keeps the magic of the mountains alive with every pawprint he leaves behind.
But SquatchDog’s role isn’t just about protection — he brings the heart. He’s the one who curls up beside SquatchBoy when storms roll through, watches over SquatchGirl as she plays in the ferns, and always — always — arrives just when he’s needed most.
Some say you can hear his bark echo through the trees when trouble’s near. Others swear he’s just a myth. But if you ever find yourself deep in the Appalachian woods and feel a gentle nudge on your leg or see a flash of fur in the mist — you’re not alone.
You’ve been found by SquatchDog.