Oregon, the state I was born and raised in, has a lot of character. Whenever I return I'm reminded of this fact; when I meet people who live or dwelled in Oregon for any length of time I find instant kinship. There's an earnest, dreamy, kind aspect to the personality of many Oregonians I've known over the years that I've come to find much more charming in retrospect, having lived in Los Angeles for over twenty years.
One such earnest "dreamer" was Roger Tofte, a man who decided one day to build his own "Disneyland" in his backyard, or the equivalent, and did so for the simple "Oregon-like" reason it never occurred to him he could NOT do such a thing. Tofte eventually constructed a small, iconic and often bizarre park in the hills of Turner, Oregon that has gone on to become a beloved institution of entertainment for kids and grown-up kids both local and remote. The weird and wonderful "Enchanted Forest," perched teasingly by the freeway leading into and out of Salem, is one of the biggest tourist draws of the state and continues to serve, humbly and sincerely, a need for families to have a place to go together, play and dream.
The world has changed in drastic ways since the gates of the Enchanted Forest first opened in the early 1970s, but--thankfully, as of this writing anyway--the park has maintained its simple, quirky charm and shows no sign of slowing down.