As we drove through southern Oregon the pine forests gradually turned to redwood. Roadside signs beckoned us to take detours through “Valleys of the Giants”. Following them had us meandering through magical, dark forests. They made us feel both small and exhilarated.
Here we stopping to enjoy blueberry scones amongst the tall trees.
Roadside vendors were selling chunks of the trees, a chance to drive through a hole cut into one of them, and a tour of this unique one-log house.
“Mystery Trees’ had a 40-foot Paul Bunyan standing next to Highway 1 with his blue ox, Babe. His plastic jaw moved slowly as he spoke to us. It was strange to be addressed by a fiberglass giant. Someone inside the buildingwas speaking for him like the professor did for the Wizard of Oz.
There are bears here too but what we’re worried about now is Bigfoot.
Roadside vendors keep reminding us that he lives in these parts. In my head I am preparing for a “Harry and the Hendersons” experience.
We never a Sasquatch or a bear but we did witness our odometer turning to 100,000 miles today. We’re luxuriating how many miles we’ve watched pass by (6000!) and we still haven’t yet turned homeward.