I remember a time in Forks when a certain biker group came to town. When they parked their hawgs, the locals introduced them to Mr. Stihl. (I used to work with the Sheriffs dept over there.) That was a true "southern call " Ya'll come, and everybody came. I used to work for the forest service out at Snyder Work Center. You did not want to go to Forks unless you had caulk boots, and a hard hat. Forks is a unique place with some great people, just watch how you act in Rome when visiting there.