No, we were not in Forks, WA. We were in St Helens, a cute little town that apparently caught the eye of the people in charge of finding cute picturesque little towns to film movies in. The people there are very friendly, and have only been benefiting from the extra tourism that the movie brings in. (Every Twilight fan knows all the locations, at least, every teenager-type fan does!)
Charlie's house (Bella's dad)
We hiked up a hill to this house, cuz that's what the map told us to do, and we already knew what the sign on the tree said -
(This Is a Private Residence. You are welcome to take pictures, but Please do not come into the yard or peek in the windows.)
Lo and behold, as I glanced at the house, I noticed (from across the street!!!) that the homeowner was sitting at his/her computer in the front room. I was SO embarrassed!
But Noelle didn't even notice, so we took a quick picture, and left. Sorry to invade your privacy, homeowner!
Location of the Restaurant
Mural where Bella was confronted by scary group of guys...
Shop where Bella and her friends tried on prom dresses and where the director left her chair
The actual director's chair
Funny story about our trip - My mom told me that she had been to St Helen's before, knew right where it was. And I believed her. So we were driving along Highway 30, just chatting away, having a good old time
(well, at least after Tanner threw up - he was carsick from the winding road. But he fell asleep after we got on the less winding highway).
Pretty soon, my mom said that she didn't think that we were in the right place. So she turned on the GPS, and it said 21 miles. Wow, we didn't think it would be this far! But then the number of miles kept getting bigger
so we stopped and asked at a gas station to find out where the heck we were.
The guy said that we were almost there - yeah, if we were driving from Alaska, and not Portland!
We had overshot that little tiny town by 30 miles!
But it's all good. You know that we were having a great time talking if we just blew by our destination!
Good memories . . .