us when we found ourselves caught short on our first day on the road, 173
miles south of Crescent City, California, our intended destination for the night.
Therefore, we had to scour our campsite directory for the nearest RV Park.
We settled on a very small town called Leggit with a campsite just north of it.
We arrived after dark but fortunately the office was still open and the owner,
Mavis, had a vacant spot for us – in fact she had about 300 vacant spots. We
soon discovered that our saviour was British, which seemed a little
coincidental considering the number of campsites in the area. Although we
soon found out that we had a talent for attracting patriots wherever we went.
We woke up the next morning to a magical sight. Our van was parked
among giant redwood trees, the tops of which were shrouded in fog. The
setting was reminiscent of the Ewok village on Endor's moon in the Star Wars
film, The Return of the Jedi, or Fangorn, the Ent forest in Tolkien's Middle
Earth. The charming atmosphere was quickly spoiled however, when we
noticed piles of acorns placed on the ground and on posts around our van!
The creepy mood intensified when we saw Mavis’ cat - it had only one eye.
Very Blair Witch.
The perception of being in a magical, yet creepy, place intensified as
we left the campsite to continue north. Across the road from Mavis’ park was
a huge sign 'Confusion Hill. Is seeing believing?' and next to this was a large
totem pole shaped like a bear. It appeared to be the entrance to some sort of
theme park. The rather bizarre tone for the next few days was certainly
established.