Twin Peaks The White Lodge:

RIP David Lynch. Thank you for everything.

Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th.

-Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line.

-I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.

-As W. C. Fields would say, I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.

-Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day.

-Weatherman said rain.

-If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it’d beat working.

-Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, I’ve got to tank up when I get into town.

-Remind me to tell you how much that is.

-Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the Lamplighter Inn, that’s on Highway Two near Lewis Fork.

-That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee.

-Damn good food.

-Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop.

-Okay.

-Looks like I’ll be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Harry S. Truman.

-Shouldn’t be too hard to remember that.

-He’ll be at the Calhoun Memorial Hospital.

-I guess we’re going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain.

-When I finish there I’ll be checking into a motel.

-I’m sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced.

-That’s what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced.

-Oh Diane, I almost forgot.

-Got to find out what kind of trees these are.

-They’re really something.

Sincerest thanks to Greg Ruth for putting his all into this piece. The fact that we got Twin Peaks:The Return itself is truly something amazing, and he has perfectly captured such a great part of it.

From Greg Ruth's "The 52 Weeks Project",
The White Lodge.
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