Am sitting on a couch in front of a fireplace. I don't believe this is Benjamin Horne's special fireplace, but it's kind of difficult to tell, as there are fireplaces everywhere here... I've sneaked into the building at the encouragement of Eric, the gardener at the Kiana. The exterior of this building was used as the Martell residence, and is of course, the area where Laura's body was found directly outside. It's strange; from the TV show, I always thought she washed up on the shore of a lake, but the body of water outside is part of the Puget Sound. (A "sound," if I haven't mentioned yet, is the aesthetically correct word for "bay," so far as I can tell...) Nevertheless, I picked up a couple of pebbles from the "rocky beach." I also had Eric-the-gardener take a picture of me standing in front of the majestically familiar chunk of driftwood. Upon hearing THAT request, he had a couple of questions:

"Are you one of those 'Twin Peaks' people?"
"Uh... yeah..."
"Are you with the tour group or whatever? I thought that wasn't until next weekend..."
"No, I decided to do it myself. I think it'll be more of a thrill to find the stuff without the benefit of a guided tour. It's kind of amazing I found this place from directions posted on the internet in 1992..."
"And where are you from, Carolyn? Or is it Caroline?"
"Carolyn. I'm from Binghamton, New York."
"And you're staying in Seattle? And you FOUND this place on your own? People who've lived here all their LIVES can't find this place!"

So, for all my troubles with frequent disorientation, and considering that this IS my first day out in Washington, I've done a DAMN good job of getting around. It's GOT to be fate.

Weird; there really are animal heads hung on all the walls. It's BEAUTIFUL here. Breath-taking. And it looks quite a bit like I imagined it, although the layout is completely different. Oh, yes, and it smells SO nice here. Like salt-water and wood. I am absolutely speechlessly impressed. I had to hold back tears while I was standing outside looking at the water. So familiar. Sort of like a very vivid case of déjà vu. Like attending a dream.

I have to get out of here in case someone catches me and asks what I'm doing here...

...walking down Sandy Hook Road to the Kiana Lodge...

...me, in front of the world-famous piece of driftwood where Laura Palmer’s corpse washed up...

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