Along a bustling four-lane highway that winds through the north Georgia mountains, an unassuming wooden structure breaks the monotony of churches, billboards and stores selling kitschy knickknacks.
Once a BYOB supper club, it's now ground zero in the search for a legendary beast.
"I can remember my great-grandmother talking about having a cabin in the woods, and she saw Sasquatch," says Sherry Gaskinn of Villa Rica, Georgia, who was driving by one afternoon and had to stop in.