What I found was an old, petrified wooden floor that perhaps had been there for at least a century. I believe it was from early homesteaders that built their camp near the river I was eventually making my way out to.
Today I returned to the spot to see what it looked like after one year. I was hoping there would be some evidence that the skunkape had messed with it somehow, and maybe filled in what I had dug up, since I may have desecrated a burial site. No such luck.
It looked like I had left it. Leaves had filled in the hole I had left. No bigfoot. I did try.