The title of my post is intentional for two reasons: 1) I have been getting way too much spam for sex-dating sites and I was curious what would happen if I used the title I chose; and 2)My granddaughter and I actually DID go looking for Babes. But wait! Before you click delete, don’t forget . . . we’re Up North.
Babe-hunting Up North is different. We were looking for Babe the Blue Ox.
American folklore gave us a mighty lumberjack, clad in a flannel shirt: Paul Bunyan. Any story worth its weight in lumber, should include a pet, or at best, a beloved animal character. Babe the Blue Ox fits the bill.
I’m not going to retell any of the legends here. They are easily accessible. This is the one with which I am most familiar.
Any good legend needs to be kept alive by retelling, so it falls to me to tell tall tales to Goodnight. That explains why we went looking for ‘Babes.’
Babe and Paul in Bemidji, MN
Babe painted on store front in Akeley, MN
Babe and Paul Bunyan near water tower in Brainerd, MN
Babe outside Paul Bunyan Land near Brainerd, MN
Babe loaded on trailer inside Paul Bunyan Land, Brainerd, MN
Buckin’ Babe ride for little tikes at Paul Bunyan Land, Brainerd, MN
Paul Bunyan Land is a theme park Up North. More about our adventure there in a separate post.
Ah! I’ve seen a talking Paul Bunyan in Northern California! How about that considering I’m English?
Dancing: Pretty good! I have not seen that one, though know of it.