No trip to check out Seattle would be complete without a chance to visit some of the classic Twin Peaks locations. You never know, it might be possible to find a nice affordable home in Snoqualmie and be able to tell folks that ‘yes, I live in Twin Peaks. Bob pops round for tea and bikkies and you can hire the Dwarf to dance at parties, weddings and bar mitzvahs.

In our swanky luxury car (because SF had run out of econo-cars and gave us a monster that screamed down the highways and had an impressive array of internal gubbins that we never even came close to figuring out) we began the search. Did we look anything up? Did we buggery. Adventure mate! We cruised and let fate and lodge draw us to the locations and if we couldn’t find it, we didn’t deserve to see it.

The most easily spotted was the Great Northern of course. I couldn’t handle the observation booth thing, it just hangs out over a monster cliff.

The interior was distinctly un-Great Northern so we figured that they’d redecorated. Cursing their lack of Peaks love we headed out to locate grub.

‘DEATH CAR, DEATH CAR!’ we cried after passing a huge line of derelict railway stuff. Screeching to a halt and veering across traffic we jumped out and took pictures and had fun jumping around and being happy that we’d found the place where Laura got a skull massage from Bob/Dad. You can tell Sheriff Truman that neither of us cried.

Hmmm, could this be the rock?

I am so much more powerful than the Log Lady with the ultimate log of doom!

After a very nice Mexican experience with liquid nitrogen cold margaritas we trundled onwards. Passing through town we saw the sign ‘Home of Twin Peaks cherry pie’ but we knew that the old diner had burned down and that this weren’t it. Sorry, but we need the real deal, not imitation, so we passed by without a single pic, spurning it in a spurning sort of way. Erin had to get a quick pic with the cool line of trains.

Amd of course, a totem pole.

After getting lost on the backroads we saw the Mill down below but were to afraid to try and reach it lest we get even more lost and vanish into the darkness of the woods forever.

We also saw the school, but hey, it just ain’t the death car or the Great Northern so we skipped it.

Okay, the only thing we cheated on and took a look to locate was the interior for the Great Northern. We got the location, but damn! It’s a bastard to find. We cruised up and down a squillion times and more. First we tried this Indian Museum thing but that weren’t it. Then as we took a chance to look at the water, like this…

I glanced down the shoreline and saw a rather familiar looking rock. In fact, it HAD to be THE rock. With jittery pinkies we headed along and finally decided that it had to be this private rental resort cabin place. With signs that equated to ‘trespassers will be fed into giant pencil sharpeners’ we decided to risk life and limb and sneak in. At the beach we found that it weren’t a rock, but a huge titanic tree slice. Neat. So we posed and a very nice woman took one of us together.

We blagged that we was considering coming here (yeah, like we look like we can afford that) and it gave us a chance to discover the interior and run off a quick pic and then peg it. A pity, I’d love to have had a tux, a golf club, and dance about going on about little lambs eating ivy etc. Maybe next time.

So, there we have it. Fun in Twin Peaks with Bruce and Erin.