A field report from the parking lot

Squatchey

Tiny sasquatches. Big surprises. One car at a time.

Squatchey figurines are built to be left behind — tucked on a dashboard, wedged in a cupholder, propped on a windshield wiper. Find one, keep the streak going, squatch somebody else.

You're on the list. First squatch is on us.

No spam. Just word the second we're live.

Squatchey figurine — a small, friendly sasquatch character sitting and holding its own feet, one sole stamped with a tiny footprint mark. Specimen No. 001 — live photo

Field notes, vol. 1

Every town's got a story

Every trail town has one — something big, something hairy, always just out of frame. Ours doesn't hide in the woods. Ours rides in your center console, waiting for a good glovebox to call home, and a stranger's car to visit next.

Squatchey started as a dumb idea between friends who missed leaving each other things. Turned out everybody missed that.

The ritual

How squatchin' works

It's a three-step chain letter, except it's a small hairy man and nobody has to write anything.

STEP 01

Find your squatch

Pick one from the litter. Every batch is a little different.

STEP 02

Leave it somewhere good

Dashboard, cupholder, rearview mirror — make them work for it a little.

STEP 03

Wait for the text

It's always some version of "okay WHAT is this." Then it's their turn.

Catalog — coming soon

Meet the species

Early sketches from the field guide. Final lineup (and real photos) drop closer to launch.

SPECIMEN NO. 001 Squatchey figurine, the Trailhead Classic prototype.

Trailhead Classic

The one that started it. Spotted at rest stops nationwide.

Live prototype
SPECIMEN NO. 002

Nightshift

Glows faintly in the dark. Best left in someone's glovebox.

In the works
SPECIMEN NO. 003

Powder Day

Spotted mostly at ski-town gas stations, mid-January.

In the works
SPECIMEN NO. 004

OG Elder

Bigger, greyer, allegedly wiser. Rare drop.

In the works

The trail spreads

This only works if you pass it on

Like the ducks on the Jeeps, except ours don't quack and nobody's entirely sure what they are. Tag your sightings, share your finds, keep the legend moving car to car.

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