To be a good Twilight fan it’s important to immerse yourself in a strong pot of realism right at first. Get the contrast going. We did that in a tranquil stroll along the beach at Ocean Shores, a pretty vacation village on the Washington peninsula. We found crab shells of all sizes lying on the beach. Sadly they easily crumbled when we tried to transport a few home. I assure you these were far distant cousins from those we had for lunch the day before in Astoria.
Sol Duc Falls
You can then begin to really soak up the feel of a temperate rainforest in a visit to Sol Duc Falls and Hot Springs near Port Angeles, Washington. Be sure to walk along the needle-softened paths and peer up at the moss-covered trees while thinking about how vampires are fictitious beings, and how they are definitely an over-blown aspect of pop culture, and certainly not inhabitants of the forest we are visiting.
That way you can admire the beauty of forest and ferns, you can enjoy the moisture on your dry skin, and plan the next trip when you’ll take more time to absorb the ambience of the area.
It’s when you drive into tiny Forks, WA, and spot the little high school where the filming of the first Twilight movie occurred, however, that you know you are well on your way to becoming a really good Twilight fan. The realism of super-expensive groceries in the local store simply adds to the uber-world feeling that you are beginning to experience.
Poke around in the town a little and you can find huge tree trunks weathered silver, cut, and hauled to a public spot. Just looking at them sparks an urgent need to be photographed. (I will spare you ours.)
But when you find the sign for Forks and have your picture taken under it, then you know that YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE FAN !!!
To be a good Twilight fan, you must leave Edward behind as you drive west from Forks on highway 110 to Jacob’s home at La Push. You can see from the sign that they don’t mess around at La Push.
Kalaloch Lodge and vicinity
Despite visions of Edward and Jacob, we slept soundly all night in a rustic cabin on a bluff overlooking the ocean at Kalaloch Lodge in Olympic National Park. I’d love to return and spend a week.