The Trees of Mystery gift shop with 30' high Paul Bunyan statue & Babe, his blue ox.
Requa was a pretty small place. Not much there - the Forest Service Station, a little market, a small cafe, a rather nice motel, actually, the beautiful scenery, of course,
& a place called The Trees of Mystery. I never did find out what the 'mystery' about the trees was? As far as I knew they were just ordinary redwoods. But there was a nice gift shop associated with the place and once in a while I
liked to go in and look around. The only trouble was, each time - the minute I was inside out of sight of my car, an employee would sneak out and wire a big ol' "Trees of Mystery" sign to the bumper and then I'd go
home and Kit would grumble about having to unwire yet another one and throw it in the trash. Oh well. I found some nice gifts there to send to folks who had participated in our wedding.
One other thing about living in Requa: it's where I was introduced to feasting on venison and bear meat - me, the 'city' girl who had never eaten anything beyond beef, pork, chicken, turkey, and
tuna . . . well, and fish sticks, whatever they're made of? Not only that, but wishing to become involved in the things my new husband liked to do, I decided to accompany him deer hunting one afternoon. Big mistake! At first
it was nice - driving along a logging road through the forest. But then he saw some deer, so stopped the car, took his rifle, and started walking quietly down the road, leaving instructions with me to drive the car down where he was if I heard a
So I watched the deer on the hillside as he walked down the road. They were just meandering around calmly eating stuff when all of a sudden they fled in every which
direction except for one who fell to the ground and began rolling down the hill. And then I heard the shot and started crying! Big surprise to me?!! But I know now, after 3 children, newly pregnant
women can become uncharacteristically emotional and I was newly with child. Anyway, there I was bawling my head off and Shoen, who was sitting in back behind the front seats, began whining and whimpering along with me. Kit was
kind of put out with me because I hadn't driven the car down to meet him after he'd shot the deer . . . until he got back up to the car and saw both his wife and dog crying. Poor guy. He wasn't quite sure what to do.
But the moment passed and then we were all excited about getting a deer - that is until I tasted venison for the first time! It lasted through many dinners, but I learned to disguise it well. But I never tried bear meat again.
Now wild boar is pretty good, however. And wild ducks and geese and pheasant and elk are very nice, too. Not bad for a former 'city' girl.