Dark Woods

Diane ... 6:18 am, room 315, Great Northern Hotel up here in Twin Peaks. Slept pretty well.
Non-smoking room. There's no tobacco smell. That's a nice consideration for the business traveler. A hint of douglas fir needles in the air. As Sheriff Truman indicated they would, everything this hotel promised, they've delivered: clean, reasonably priced accommodations ... telephone works ... bathroom in really tip-top shape ... no drips, plenty of hot water and good, steady pressure ... could be a side benefit of the waterfall outside my window ... mattress firm, but not too firm ... and no lumps like that time I told you about down in El Paso. What a nightmare that was, but of course you've heard me tell that story once or twice, haven't you Diane.
Haven't tried the television yet. Looks like cable, probably no reception problems. But the true test of any hotel, as you now well know Diane, is that morning cup of coffee. Which I'll be getting back to you about within the half hour.

What makes a perfect morning? Apart from damn good coffee. A nice walk around the hotel will help me think over the facts and events of yesterday.

The forest behind the waterfall looks great in the morning sunshine. I think I will enter it to admire these magnificent trees. Definitely need to check on their origin.

Diane... Things are getting strange around me. I think I've lost the path and I can't see the sun from here. At first, it looked liked the skies filled up with clouds. And now it's so dark in here that I barely see the trees. Possibly a solar eclipse of some sort. But, why now? No news received of the upcoming eclipse recently.

Diane, I found something looking really creepy. It looks like a hole surrounded by weird looking trees. I think I need to investigate it...