We're leaving the Washington State peninsula, Jason is driving, I have the netbook in my lap, feet up on the dash...(anyone who knows me, knows whenever I am in the passenger seat of a vehicle, I have my feet up on the dash, not so safe I know, but very comfortable) the kids are happily sitting in their car seats. I can hear Hazel cooing away as I am sure she is gnawing on one of her toys...Evan and Faelynn are snacking on blue corn tortilla chips, each with a stack of books on either side of them. They're prepared for a long drive. We're ready for new ground, wanting to see something new, tiring of gray cloudy skies and rain. Today we are going to see how far we can make it in efforts to reach warmer weather.
I realized I get a bit bored camping with just my family, I am trying to adjust to life without my normal distractions, but some new blood to chat with also sounds nice.. we didn't encounter any social camping neighbors though.. In preparation to camp out here, we stopped at the Forks Thriftway, scoured the aisles not only for food that would work well with camping with no refrigeration, but things that fall into our many dietary guidelines. Spoiled by the wide variety of organic options in Bellingham, we did find a few our favorites in Forks. While shopping though, we started to see just how much the town has been impacted by the Twilight books series, even in their grocery store, there was a sizable corner devoted to Twilight souvenirs, from posters and hoodies, to shot glasses and keychains.
As we made our way through town, heading to the campground, we saw a row of stores in their tiny downtown devoted solely to Twilight: Dazzled by Twilight, Twilight Tours, and Twilight Lounge. Jason and I wondered how the locals felt about this tourism being thrust upon them. If they welcomed their town and community being spotlighted unbeknownst to them by Stephanie Meyer.
We asked a local about a good beach to play on, and headed to Rialto Beach, just across the Quillayute River from the famous rocky La Push. The whole drive up the peninsula we had been promising Faelynn we would get to play on the beach. But then we decided to slow down, find a campsite, hang out, and we'd go play in the morning. At Mora Campground we scrutinized the many spots to find the perfect one, we needed a spot that was hammock friendly, had a good amount of space for the kids to play, and was level to park the van on.. we finally found the perfect spots and paid our twelve dollars for it. We all had a blast playing in out double hammock for the first time, enjoyed a great dinner of bean tacos, and had a very restful nights sleep.
Rain, it rained all night long, and was raining when we woke, not ideal beach play weather. Sorry Faelynn, we headed out to La Push to see what kind of impact the Twilight series had on the reservation. As we drove we saw a sign saying “No vampires beyond here- Treaty Line” We stopped to take some geeky pictures for some of our diehard friends. Jason ran in and got some amazing local smoked salmon, and found out it really was the real reservation line too, I thought that was pretty neat. La Push is gorgeous, we passed the resort we later found out that Stephanie Meyer had stayed in while writing the series. We talked to the woman who owned “Jacob's Java” and discovered her parents lived in the house that the Black's house in the book was inspired from. She told us a funny story
After the first book was written people started stopping to take pictures of the house.. at first her mom thought it was because she had just put up new flower pots, and her dad thought it was because people were stopping to admire the new deck he built.. then someone clued them in! And she built Jacob's Java!
At the same frame in time, people were starting to make their pilgrimage to Forks, says the girl that works at what was formally a flower shop. They were disappointed there wasn't any souvenirs for Twilight loving folk like themselves, so the people of Forks started giving them what they asked for! In summary the tourism, even though many locals have reported some real crazies, is very welcomed by the town of Forks, and it really is as gray as the books say! -Miranda


