Alaskan Trip, Part X

Here it is, at long last:   Chapter ten in the tale of our Alaskan cruise.

We find our heroes in a small, cheap hotel room in Florence, Oregon, waking up to what they assume will be an uneventful day.   Little do they dream that today they will find themselves face-to-face with tigers, bears, irate hoteliers, a big scary bridge, and monsters from the depths of the Mesozoic era, the mighty dinosaurs!   But I'm getting ahead of the story.   Let's go back to the Big Scary Bridge.

The Siuslaw River bridge opened in 1936 and is the gateway into Florence.   It's tall, it's thin, and at night it looks like a bridge into the abyss.  I was able to get over it by keeping my eyes closed.   Unfortunately I was driving.   Thank goodness for guard rails.

When we left the hotel, I had grabbed a bunch of travel brochures, looking for interesting sights to stop along the coast.   My travel partner began to start flipping through them as we drove.   At about the fifteenth brochure. she stops...   one phrase among all the brochures has caught her utmost attention.  The brochure was for the West Coast Game Park, and the phrase was:  Pet a Leopard.   My partner was immediately hooked, and WCGP became our first stop on this leg of the trip.










Me, posing as Frank Buck, ready to take on any dangers that the safari might entail.   I would encounter the first one moments later, when I discovered the admission fee.  The animals might roam free, but i sure didn't.

This tourist trap advertises itself as "America's largest walk-through safari."   It was opened in 1968 as a deer park, then rapidly expanded into the attraction it is today.  It's a family run attraction, still owned by the family that started it.  It is basically a small zoo and petting farm.  Its two most distinguishing characteristics are the large number of cats housed here, and the chance to pet a leopard.   They had almost every kind of cat you could think of:  lions, tigers, bobcats, cheetahs, pole, copy, and various varieties of each, including the rare white tiger.   They also had an assortment of other animals, including goats, geese, gibbons and gorillas.  Porcupines, peacocks, prairie dogs and parrots.  Bears, badgers, bison, boars, birds, bunnies, beavers, burros...  Well, you get the idea.  My partner most enjoyed the show area, where just as advertised you could pet a leopard...

 

Along with various other animals, like a bear, or a tiger.

They also had an animal nursery, where you could handle some smaller, friendlier type critters.   The day we were there they had a ferret, a raccoon, and a possum available for flea-sharing...

I, of course, with my skills as an animal handler, had no problems here...

Here I am teasing a small cheetah.  You can tell this is at the beginning of my time with the cheetah because I still have all my fingers.

Later, i spent some time with the bear.   I am petting him bare-handed.   No one thought that was funny, including the bear.  I guess I made a little Boo-Boo.   There's a joke there if you're not too particular.

Petting the farm animals was a big attraction here.   In this picture, I'm not sure which one of us is most thrilled with this prospect. 

 

Here I look like I'm trying to engage the llama with a magic trick. Unfortunately he won't take his eyes of my left hand.   He got really annoyed when I tried to pull a handkerchief out of his ear

Me with the leopard.   It looks like I have my hand in my pocket but in reality I have lost all my fingers.

I'm trying to remember what separated me from this lion.   I don't remember.

After this exciting encounter with exotic wildlife, you would think that no other attraction could meet the same level of adrenaline.  Well, if you thought that, you were wrong.   This was just a precursor to the main event - our encounter with prehistoric beasts.   And where else could that be but in Port Orford, Oregon?   Because that is the home of PREHISTORIC GARDENS.

Prehistoric Gardens was founded in 1955 by EV Nelson.  Born in Minnesota, he was fascinated by dinosaurs as a child.   At the age of 50, he moved to the Oregon coast in search of the perfect place to build a prehistoric playground.   Eventually he settled here and spent the rest of his life building life-size dinosaur models.   His family now runs the attraction.
The great thing about Prehistoric Gardens is that it is an actual rain forest.  This makes a perfect setting for the monsters you will encounter here.  A well-marked path takes you far into the forest, among the giant redwoods, ferns and moss.  As you turn each corner, you come face to face with the sculptures, towering above you as if to say, "I may be chicken wire and plaster, but I could still kill you if I happened to fall over."  Naturally, I had a field day here and did what any neanderthal man would've done in a similar situation:  posed for pictures.

Entering Prehistoric Gardens.  I figured the dinosaurs would be nice to me since I'm getting close to their age.  

I soon learned they were a great bunch - of herbivores.   I felt the best idea was to blend in.   here I am posing with a stegosaurus.

Here I am again, still blending in.   It's hard to tell where the large, ugly creature ends and I begin.

Here I blended in so well you can't see me.

I have fooled this ancient creature into thinking I can fly.  Boy, he sure looks stupid.

I may be biting off more than I can chew here.   I'm not sure he's buying my tyrannosaurus act.

He's not.

"Start the car!"

 In our next thrilling episode, we actually make it back into California, visit a mystery spot, and eat one of the best meals I have ever had the pleasure of gorging myself with.   You won't want to miss it!



The Great Honda Heist, Part II

Hi all!   Sorry for the delay in posting, but some serious life issues have kept me away from my valuable blogging time.   The biggest issue, was of course, a sequel to one of my original posts:
The Great Honda Heist (now labeled "Part l").   Yes, my car was stolen again.   I don't get it.   The car has 315,000 miles on it, the radio is the cheapest I could find, I buy cheap gas...   the car is so old it has two plates:  upper and lower.   But someone found it worth stealing again.   I'm not sure how they stole it.   Someone told me to be sure to put a Club on it to keep it being stolen.  It seemed silly to me, but every day I placed a bacon, turkey and tomato sandwich on the hood.   It seemed to keep thieves away, but it sure attracted pigeons.  My neighbor actually saw it being stolen.   I asked her if she saw the thieves, and she said, "No, but I got their license number!"   Yeah, I know that's an old joke, but it's an old car.

Like most sequels, this was pretty much a repeat of the previous chapter.  I ended up getting the car back, with only the radio, some CD's, some clothes, and my spare tire stolen.  The most frustrating part is trying to remember what CD's I had in the car.   If you think that sounds silly, just wait until your own car gets stolen.   I'll bet it will be one of your top concerns.
Now that things are calming down, and my current illness is clearing up, I will go back to blogging a little more regularly.   I've got a back-up of articles I want to write.  Hopefully in the next few weeks, you'll see such articles as;

• My visit to Prehistoric Gardens:   Where I go face-to-tail (I was running away) from a Tyrannosaurus Rex!
• More Restaurant reviews!   I have pictures from the oldest restaurant in Pomona, a great donut shop, and other delectable delights!
• A Trip Report from Universal Studios!
• Comic Strips!   I am hoping to launch an online comic strip here soon...    More details as they arise!
• My Six-Hour Looney Tunes Marathon!   Now THAT was an experience.

What you won't see is a review of the Chuck Jones Experience in Vegas.   I visited that, and take it from me, SAVE YOUR MONEY.   It was bad.   See you here soon!