Läste på Stephenie hemsida om hennes första besök i Forks. Hon hade ju aldrig varit i Forks innan Twilight publicerades, utan reste dit 2004, för att se hur det verkligen såg ut där, och valde ut hus till de olika karaktärerna. Tänk vilken känsla att gå runt i Forks, helt okänd och bara se sina karaktärer nästan komma till liv i den lilla staden, måste ha varit en magisk känsla! Jag tror inte hon insåg då hur populär den här staden skulle bli efter att ha skrivit böckerna. Det känns så underligt att titta tillbaka så när Forks idag är helt annorlunda, det har ju blivit som en Twilight värld! :)

"In the summer of 2004 I snuck up to Forks to check it out; it was the first time I've ever been to any part of Washington. I took my sister Emily with me—she was a really great sport considering that she was seven months pregnant at the time. We flew from Seattle to Port Angeles in a "puddle jumper" (another first for us both) and then rented a car and made the drive down to Forks. I was afraid, as we left Seattle, that I was going to be disappointed. My Forks had become such a real place in my head that I was sure the reality would have some kind of jarring difference. It wouldn't look like the pictures, maybe, or there would be some huge flaw that would make my story impossible in that setting. But as we flew in, low over the densely green hills with the incredible Cascades Mountains touching the clouds to the south, I stopped worrying.

Of course it was raining when we landed. It rained both days that we were in Port Angeles. However, the sun shined the entire time we were in Forks. I'm still not sure if that was a good omen or a bad one. Every local we spoke to commented on our rare luck.

Being in Forks was the most incredible experience. There were a few small differences: the logging presence was much more evident than I'd pictured it—the clear cuts put a bit of a lump in my throat, and the constant, gigantic log haulers barreling down the wet highway made driving a thrilling adventure—and it was sunny, as I've mentioned. Otherwise, it was eerily similar to my imaginings. Walking down Main Street, shopping at the Thriftway (I still have that receipt!), driving up side streets until we found a house that could have been Charlie's, and then turning the car around only to find a beat-up, once-red, early-fifties Chevy truck parked across the road… The word surreal gets overused a lot, but this really was like walking around inside of a dream. We spent half a day at La Push, and that was even more uncanny. Unlike Forks, there were no differences between my imaginary La Push and the real thing. I spent the morning expecting every minute that we would turn a corner and run into Jacob Black.

We had to leave much too soon. I have vowed to return and take my entire family with me (my boys are going to love that beach! (I have a glass jar full of the rainbow colored rocks I collected at First Beach sitting on top of my computer desk as talismans against writer's block.)). Next time, I hope it rains."