The Forks Trip: Part One

Well, its been a while since I've been back to Forks. I should have updated sooner, but the thing is that there are some things about Forks that is a lot different than the books and The Puppet Master. For one: it is incredibly hard to find cell phone service. And two: its even harder to find WiFi. If Cammy lived in the real Forks she would be out of luck when it came to calling for back up.

Speaking of the real Forks, I should probably tell you about it since many people don't get the opportunity to see it.



We got there about fivish after a few wrong turns and squabbling around directions and driving with the "check engine" light on. But we made it all the same. Forks is a very... er, linear town. Really, its practically all on one street which also happens to be the 101 freeway. There's about one of everything there. Bank, grocery store, burger stand, hardware store, and maybe a few hotels. There's probably more rivers than actual streets in the town.

We met up with some Twilight Moms I met through the fanfic and we shared an absolutely beautiful cabin. But the first thing we had to do was go to La Push. To get to La Push, all you need to do is turn on La Push Road (No. I'm not kidding.) and follow it all the way to the beach.



It's just a straight shot through the woods, which is actually really close to what I pictured. We hung out and bought a whole bunch of souvenirs in their visitors center. The Quileutes we ran into were very cool to us. It was sort of surprising because I half expected them to see us, roll their eyes and say, "Oh god. More Twilighters." But we actually hung out and talked for a while.



(Above: Donna representin' Forks in La Push)



(Above: Me and Donna trying to walk on driftwood in First Beach. Yes. She's wearing a skirt. Dork.)

We concluded the day by going to First Beach and having our own little bonfire, which was really nice.

At least until the drunk pervs showed up.

If there were ever a time for a shiny Volvo to come whipping around the corner that would have been it. But alas, even if there were vampires there would be nothing they could do about us being in peril in La Push. Which just adds to the proof that I've read these books way too many times. So we ran them off ourselves. Keep in mind these weren't Quileutes. They were guys from some town nearby, one of which looked a LOT like John Lennon, oddly enough. The important thing was that we escaped.

And that was just day one.