As I was drawn to your pages, I had taken a 'web break' from watching TP again, with a new perspective. I, too, share your love for this icon of the mind, and epoch in TV history. I have traveled across this land to the real 'Twin Peaks' in the sleepy town of Snoqualmie, WA. Where I salivated over some truly tasty pie at the Diner. I walked quietly over the bridge, and searched a nearby 'dead train' yard for the very car that Laura's atrocity began. And I gazed over the town from the vantage point where Laura danced for the camera, getting an eerily haunting image reflection from the lens of the video camera I was using. And I almost bought a wind sock from the roadside store that was 'Big Ed's Gas Farm' But the Lodges, both White and Black were nowhere to be found.

But it was here in South Dakota, at the western edge in a hauntingly beautiful place called the Black Hills, ironically, that I finally found the essence of the White Lodge. It was while wandering near an old abandoned mine in the Northern Hills, that I heard the hoot of the owl, who was not indeed what he seemed, directly over the entrance to a mysterious cave. Scrawled on the face of this cave were two letters: D.C.
Dale Cooper??
Poking my head into this opening, I could only see blackness, and I swear, the faint sounds of some familiar music. Not having a light to go further, I marked the place, and followed my faint path back to my car. I plan on going back to see this place and will update you on further details.