Yet more photos
For those not aware, the Olympic Peninsula, where we went yesterday, is where Forks is located. Yes, that Forks. While we didn't go to Forks itself (it was 70 miles further on from our actual destination, and I didn't want some deranged fan mistaking me, in my all-black outfit and sparkly eyeshadow, for either one of them or an actual vampire), the effects of the phenomenon are felt in other towns there.
If you followed cupcake_goth's "Sparkly roadtrip of the Damned" a few months ago, you'll have seen some of this. For those who haven't, however, please enjoy.
This is on the bulletin board inside the Visitor Center in Port Angeles.
And this is on the outside of the Visitor Center.
This didn't come out very well because I couldn't seem to find the right angle to correct for the reflection. I'm using the large version of the photo to make it easier to pick out what's going on: These are wine bottles on display in the window of a local restaurant. You might note there's kind of a theme going on with them.
This is the restaurant. Yes, really.
This is a real establishment.
However, I have something to add to this bandwagon of sparkliness, something that's just come along in the past few weeks.
This is real. This is an actual product. It's a sparkling syrah. It's from Olympic Cellars, and yes, it is shameless bandwagon-jumping. (I recommend against reading the link unless you're in need of an effective emetic; apparently they're trying to copy SMeyer's writing style in addition to hopping on her bandwagon.) We have no idea what it tastes like, because they wouldn't open a bottle for anything other than a full purchase, and we were not going to shell out twenty bucks+tax for a gimmick wine we hadn't tasted. (Particularly since I can't in good conscience recommend their wines otherwise. We weren't impressed the last time we visited two years ago, and weren't planning to stop there at all until we saw the readerboard outside advertising the wine.)
Since I know much of the audience couldn't care less about nonsense involving sparkly vampires, I offer you instead some things to charm your inner 12-year-old boy.
There's just all sorts of things going on here.
We drove past this, and morthael actually turned the car around and went back so we could take a photo of it. We're guessing that they've just given up on replacing the M.
The entire set is full of lovely views, attractive objects, and Victorian architecture, for those who would like to enjoy the more refined aspects of the excursion.
If you followed cupcake_goth's "Sparkly roadtrip of the Damned" a few months ago, you'll have seen some of this. For those who haven't, however, please enjoy.
This is on the bulletin board inside the Visitor Center in Port Angeles.
And this is on the outside of the Visitor Center.
This didn't come out very well because I couldn't seem to find the right angle to correct for the reflection. I'm using the large version of the photo to make it easier to pick out what's going on: These are wine bottles on display in the window of a local restaurant. You might note there's kind of a theme going on with them.
This is the restaurant. Yes, really.
This is a real establishment.
However, I have something to add to this bandwagon of sparkliness, something that's just come along in the past few weeks.
This is real. This is an actual product. It's a sparkling syrah. It's from Olympic Cellars, and yes, it is shameless bandwagon-jumping. (I recommend against reading the link unless you're in need of an effective emetic; apparently they're trying to copy SMeyer's writing style in addition to hopping on her bandwagon.) We have no idea what it tastes like, because they wouldn't open a bottle for anything other than a full purchase, and we were not going to shell out twenty bucks+tax for a gimmick wine we hadn't tasted. (Particularly since I can't in good conscience recommend their wines otherwise. We weren't impressed the last time we visited two years ago, and weren't planning to stop there at all until we saw the readerboard outside advertising the wine.)
Since I know much of the audience couldn't care less about nonsense involving sparkly vampires, I offer you instead some things to charm your inner 12-year-old boy.
There's just all sorts of things going on here.
We drove past this, and morthael actually turned the car around and went back so we could take a photo of it. We're guessing that they've just given up on replacing the M.
The entire set is full of lovely views, attractive objects, and Victorian architecture, for those who would like to enjoy the more refined aspects of the excursion.