The Olympic Peninsula
Please, No Vampires
We rolled into Forks, WA on the Olympic Peninsula, the skies darkening and closing in as we approached. Rain couldn’t be far off. A giant banner stretched atop the road proclaimed it to be Stephanie Meyer Day. The sidewalks were packed. Several young men looked to be in serious need of sunshine, their pasty white skin looking a bit unhealthy. And why are they wearing capes? A few other guys were walking about shirtless, showing off their well defined physique and 6-pack abs, with a flock of teenage girls in tow. It was a bit cold. Perhaps the pasty guys were recovering from a bug they caught while going about shirtless
A little further down the road a sign offered Twilight Firewood for sale. Well, yeah, twilight seems to be a good time to get a good campfire going. And what’s this?! Twilight Cheeseburgers? And Twilight Cupcakes? How about a Twilight Tour? What exactly is in a Twilight Cupcake, anyway?
A bit away from the hustle and bustle in downtown, we stopped to get a quick bite to eat at a forgettable hole in the wall. The wait staff argued in the back room over whether they could vacuum while customers were eating. The girl that thought it was a violation of the state’s health code won out, but not without resulting to colorful language.
“What are you hunting for, elk or bear?”, one waitress asked a hairy gentleman at a nearby table. He was covered from head to tow in camouflage and dirt. “Well…”, he said slowly, “I’m pretending I’m hunting for elk, but mostly I’m just camping and drinking.” The waitress giggled and gazed demurely at the hunter, touching his elbow as she laughed. I too have always thought that guns and alcohol were sexy together.
A short while later, we were on our way out of town, feeling content that we got everything we could out of a town that celebrates their mention in a book for teenage girls
