South of Crescent City, near Klamath, California, lie the Mystery Trees http://www.treesofmystery.net/ . I love these kind of kooky things and I insisted that we stop and see them. Paul Bunyon and his big blue ox, Babe, greeted us in the parking lot with an invitation to take a picture on his boot. We declined the boot photo but snapped one of them without us and paid our admission to this most massive of attractions.
Entering through a locked gate, we saw an assortment of "natures wonders", including family tree, candelabra tree, and the cathedral trees. The cathedral trees included piped in hymnal music and an invitation to marry. El Nino continued to be impressed by the big hugeness of the trees. After riding the sky trail and viewing the illustrated Paul Bunyon stories (by giant sculptures made with a chain saw), we left the trees of mystery and continued on the road.
El Nino resumed the San Francisco argument to no avail. I stood firm. We made it to Arcata and he delighted in this California town and its Californianess. He loved the California houses, the California stores, the California pedestrians, and the California beaches. I couldn't resist - at one point we passed some chickens in the road and I pulled over. "Look!" I said. "California chickens!" He grinned and promptly took another picture and texted some more friends about the wonders of California.
We ended in Eureka but by that time, he was so tired he could barely walk. I noted people enjoying a yoga class on the board walk (I thought that only happened in exercise videos but then, this WAS California) and we got back in the car and headed north. Except for my frantic backward driving down the highway to take a photo of a snowy egret on the side of the road, our trip back to Crescent City was uneventful. He did request that I refrain from reversing down the highway in the future. I agreed to this most reasaonable request. We were bonding.
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