A few months ago I read Wren’s mystery post and was reminded of Babe and Paul on Highway 101. We opted to pay the fee to get in after noticing that it was pet friendly.
I’ve had my picture taken in front of both Paul and Babe a number of times, but don’t quite recall wandering through the Trees of Mystery myself. It was fun and even a bit entertaining, but I’m not sure that I need to do it again.
Turns out that one of the perks of pulling off the highway to see these trees is that Paul Bunyan talks to the visitors. It was like meeting the Wizard of Oz, leaving Barry and I standing slack-jawed listening to the kids shout questions at the oversized giant. He used the word ‘folks’ a bit too much for my taste and sounded a bit like Barack Obama.
While inside the actual park we force Sydney to ride the Sky Train. Just as we had our mouths agape at Paul Bunyan’s speech patterns, we also found ourselves in awe as we rode our tiny green gondola over the tops of the trees that we had just been walking next to. The ride was quiet with a breeze blowing through our swaying little pod.
Babe’s got some junk hangin there!