These shares involve vehicles hit or struck—cars, trucks, and RVs that take a blow, rock, or impact witnesses link to something outside ordinary road hazards.
Common threads are roadside or trail-edge contact, damage, and fear of something large and deliberate. Browse these shares if you want vehicle-impact stories, not only distant sightings.
This account details an encounter from a husband and wife team, Doug and Marty, who were traveling toward McCarthy along the Copper River Valley's notorious McCarthy Road. After suffering an electrical failure in their RV, they pulled over for roadside repairs. While the husband worked on the vehicle, the wife prepared a meal inside.
In the 1980s, an Alaskan homesteader named Ralph was prepping a remote property near the northern side of Hatcher Pass. He parked a small travel trailer on a temporary timber dunnage foundation during breakup, which caused the trailer to sink into the thawing muck and settle at an awkward, elevated angle. While working alone to set up a water pump system, Ralph was subjected to a terrifying siege.
Blake and Riley were harassed by a hairy man while camping during an RV trip for their 5th wedding anniversary.
First, I give a quick update on Miss Carol, who lives in the Copper River Valley. Next, a share from Jeff who had a flat tire off the side of the road in August of 2019 when he found himself having to deal with a hairy man.
Around March 2023, an outdoorsman in his early 60s named Hank was walking his black Labrador retriever along a remote shoreline within the Prince William Sound region. Two miles into the beach walk, Hank discovered a large, fresh pile of shellfish and clams that had all been freshly broken open, accompanied by massive, ambiguous depressions in the sand and gravel. Turning back as the sun began to set, the dog suddenly exhibited unprecedented behavior, running in frantic looping circles and barking wildly into the air.
In late August, a long-distance runner named Russell Bradshaw traveled to the Denali Highway near the MacLaren River to support a caribou hunting group, opting to stay behind in a rental RV. During his routine morning jog toward Paxson, Russell paused about two miles out to observe a flock of ptarmigan get startled from a 50-yard willow slough. Dropping into an S-curve washout, he spotted what he assumed was a large black bear stalking the birds through the six-to-eight-foot tall brush.
A couple named Isaac and Marcy, along with their yellow lab Jesse, reserved a remote day cabin near Lynx Lake within the Nancy Lake State Recreation Area between Big Lake and Willow. While hiking an un-frozen shoreline trail during the autumn season, a sudden, absolute silence dropped over the forest canopy, prompting Isaac to prudently turn the party back out of bear caution.
Lifelong friends Spencer and Max first explored a remote, three-mile muskeg corridor near Denali National Park back in the 1970s, where they discovered a seemingly abandoned, fully stocked campsite and had their casual whistles and conversation eerily mimicked back by unseen shadows pacing them along a parallel ridge. Ten years later in the 1980s, the pair returned on a Honda three-wheeler, armed with shotguns and a .44 Magnum. Feeling choked by exhaust fumes, Spencer hopped off to walk the mossy trail on foot while Max throttled ahead around a bend.
Two years ago, Jesse and Monica were outfitting a newly built Caribou cabin kit on an isolated parcel along the outskirts of Fairbanks, working late into the evening to insulate the structure and install a wood stove before the bitter subarctic winter set in. As Jesse stood on the stove fitting pipe sections together, an intensely crisp, rhythmic clicking sound began echoing every few seconds. Thinking it might be a shifting weight clicking against something metal, the couple tried to brush it off until Monica spotted a dark shape lurking outside the cabin’s single 4x4 window.
A husband and wife, John and Betty, agreed to house-sit for close family friends along the highway north to Fairbanks. To deter local equipment thieves while their friends were away, the couple parked their fifth-wheel camper jackknifed across the driveway. After spending a quiet evening by an outdoor fire pit behind the house, they were walking back to the camper when they heard a bizarre, guttural gurgling sound coming from the darkness.
A family vacation took a terrifying turn when Walter, Bernice, and their adult son Michael were towing a 16-foot toy hauler up the remote Taylor Highway. Approaching the bridge over the Mosquito Fork of the 40-Mile River, they spotted three massive figures crossing the road ahead. Initially mistaking them for fly fishermen dragging rod tubes, the family was shocked to realize the figures were nearly nine feet tall—and appeared to have thick, four-foot-long tails.
