Day Three

Bob headed back East to get his boat and sail to Bellingham, Colin the fiddler stuck around Elwha to rest, and I biked West toward the rain forests on the West side of the Peninsula. I did about 50 sunny miles to the town of Forks, where I got a hotel room so I could work for the next couple days. Forks has about 3 or 4 thousand residents, and its entire economy seems to be based on the fact that the Twilight series is set there. Every business in town sells something Twilight themed. On the walls of the Mexican restaurant, instead of paintings of pastoral Mexican scenes, they have glam shots of the actors in Twilight. The Thriftway in town has no less than half a dozen racks of Twilight-branded clothing. The town is over-run with female teenage tourists taking pictures of everything. The locals seem much larger than average and mostly drive trucks the size of Kansas City. I hid in my hotel room.