Canyon Creek Lodge in “Vacation Valley” --..... Invvy<1wn “ .. i FOLLOW THE TRAIL When Paul Bunyan, the hero of tall timber mythology, completed operations on the banks of the old S gin-aw, after the Winter of the great mud rain, he remarked, “We go to Washington, where the water is not wet.” Glacie‘ served for shovels as be dug Puget Sound, his proudest and most beautiful handi» work. The towering timber ol' Pyramid 40 next provided a logging show worthy of Paul and Babe. These jobs well finished. Wanderlust seized the doughty Paul, axes, peavy, yoke, and bull block were cast aside. Babe, tlte mighty blue ox, who had snaked the round stull' to tide water, was left to fatten in the deep-grass country. “Come, pardner,” said he to Timber Bill. “It’s shooting season for a vacation again. Let’s scout around for another lode of snoose ore for the Crew.” Donning their mackinaws, tasseled caps, tin pants, and seven-league boots, away they went over Mount Baker, the Monte Cristo Mountains, White Horse, Three Fingers, and Liberty Peaks, MYTHOLOGY or CANYON CREEK until they came to the upper plateau of our otttt alpine-flowered Meadow Mountain. There Paul‘s eyes beheld a strange \isiou. Among the softest rerdure and mountain cedar. where hill-goats feed and eagles nest. inm'itw in a wild rhythm all their own, were the Dryatls. those immortal nymphs of the woods. celebrat- ing the season of honey and perfume. This way and that, with all Nature in abandon, they swayed. The cedars were pirouelting with the pines. The Kinkinniek, with the Asphodels, were dancing. The stars were drilling down to join the fun, and vagrant moonbeams were fencing with the heather. Paul, the inventor of the logging industry, knew women persons existed. but never could figure, even with the aid of his 10 barrels of ink, just why. However. the Dryads instantly recog nized their arch-enemy, for it is written in the Book of Fate they were to perish when certain n,....:.. “7", ‘l!__L:__n_‘4 m.-.“ mm trees, in which they abode, were l'allen. There- fore. to destroy a tree was an Unforgivable crime. Here has the greatest tree cutter of all ages to ensnarc. So singing came the maidens, smiles alluring, titan beguiling. Fascinated. l’anl grabbed the Chinook \\'in(l and joined the play. Timber Bill re'l ed to his horror that Paul was trapped by these in ttble nymphs. and that he. too. was weakening. Madly he (lashed dour: the mountain. mer tlte tr. . now the home ut’ our Cannon Creek. falling exhausted on a “ild. sweet. gr meadow far below. Morning with». Timbet hut staggered m ht.- feel. and “hm he limit-d ubtlut at the \‘allm and it an hut crop ht Show the t... the hillside. he “as ltankiul [or his escape. lle built a rabbi of logs. roofed nith t'ragrttut cedar shake: and as he worked he sang: “Ilerv't where slay in fish mnl sleep, The Blue Ox may In‘x timber It‘Ct‘fl. Paul and his nymphs may be tlunt-ing still, Hut I’m-aria" I’allev suit: Timber Bill.” The Lodge stands on the site oi Timber Bill’s cabin, and true vacation lovers. \tliu folio“ the canyon trail, see the nymphs dancng in the moonlight un Meatl- do“ Mountain, and hear the river echo Paul's thunder- uus voice. singing the loggers chant}. "A brauny blue ox and mighty timber." , Author: , Accession/Object ID: 2005.124, Object Name: Brochure, Title: , Description: Canyon Creek Lodge brochure - four sides, OCR Text: Canyon Creek Lodge in “Vacation Valley” --..... Invvy<1wn “ .. i FOLLOW THE TRAIL When Paul Bunyan, the hero of tall timber mythology, completed operations on the banks of the old S gin-aw, after the Winter of the great mud rain, he remarked, “We go to Washington, where the water is not wet.” Glacie‘ served for shovels as be dug Puget Sound, his proudest and most beautiful handi» work. The towering timber ol' Pyramid 40 next provided a logging show worthy of Paul and Babe. These jobs well finished. Wanderlust seized the doughty Paul, axes, peavy, yoke, and bull block were cast aside. Babe, tlte mighty blue ox, who had snaked the round stull' to tide water, was left to fatten in the deep-grass country. “Come, pardner,” said he to Timber Bill. “It’s shooting season for a vacation again. Let’s scout around for another lode of snoose ore for the Crew.” Donning their mackinaws, tasseled caps, tin pants, and seven-league boots, away they went over Mount Baker, the Monte Cristo Mountains, White Horse, Three Fingers, and Liberty Peaks, MYTHOLOGY or CANYON CREEK until they came to the upper plateau of our otttt alpine-flowered Meadow Mountain. There Paul‘s eyes beheld a strange \isiou. Among the softest rerdure and mountain cedar. where hill-goats feed and eagles nest. inm'itw in a wild rhythm all their own, were the Dryatls. those immortal nymphs of the woods. celebrat- ing the season of honey and perfume. This way and that, with all Nature in abandon, they swayed. The cedars were pirouelting with the pines. The Kinkinniek, with the Asphodels, were dancing. The stars were drilling down to join the fun, and vagrant moonbeams were fencing with the heather. Paul, the inventor of the logging industry, knew women persons existed. but never could figure, even with the aid of his 10 barrels of ink, just why. However. the Dryads instantly recog nized their arch-enemy, for it is written in the Book of Fate they were to perish when certain n,....:.. “7", ‘l!__L:__n_‘4 m.-.“ mm trees, in which they abode, were l'allen. There- fore. to destroy a tree was an Unforgivable crime. Here has the greatest tree cutter of all ages to ensnarc. So singing came the maidens, smiles alluring, titan beguiling. Fascinated. l’anl grabbed the Chinook \\'in(l and joined the play. Timber Bill re'l ed to his horror that Paul was trapped by these in ttble nymphs. and that he. too. was weakening. Madly he (lashed dour: the mountain. mer tlte tr. . now the home ut’ our Cannon Creek. falling exhausted on a “ild. sweet. gr meadow far below. Morning with». Timbet hut staggered m ht.- feel. and “hm he limit-d ubtlut at the \‘allm and it an hut crop ht Show the t... the hillside. he “as ltankiul [or his escape. lle built a rabbi of logs. roofed nith t'ragrttut cedar shake: and as he worked he sang: “Ilerv't where slay in fish mnl sleep, The Blue Ox may In‘x timber It‘Ct‘fl. Paul and his nymphs may be tlunt-ing still, Hut I’m-aria" I’allev suit: Timber Bill.” The Lodge stands on the site oi Timber Bill’s cabin, and true vacation lovers. \tliu folio“ the canyon trail, see the nymphs dancng in the moonlight un Meatl- do“ Mountain, and hear the river echo Paul's thunder- uus voice. singing the loggers chant}. "A brauny blue ox and mighty timber." , Granite Falls Historical Society,Documents (articles, clippings, letters, papers),General Articles & Documents,General Articles,General Articles 03,Brochure (2005.124),Brochure (2005.124) 1, Brochure (2005.124) 1