If you drive for about one hour south east of Portland (Oregon), the road starts rising up to hills. The trees will become bigger and the hills turn into giant grey
rocks hiding the blank sky. Then it is time to enter the steep slim
side road to the left up to the top of a blinding white cone shimmering
in the the strong sunlight of a clear autumn day. 
When you finally arrive over the clouds you will soon understand that you are standing on an old vulcano which is part of a chain called Cascadia. In the south you see Mt Jefferson, to the north there is Mt St Helens (last outbreak May 1980). And you are, somewhere inbetween, on Mt Hood. Welcomed by a raven who was waiting for you for a very long time.
And then you see something that seems very familiar to you although you could have never been here before. It does not look nice or friendly at all, so you start wondering why you feel so much at home on a place that you definitly have never been before. Its a giant wooden house, squatting on the stony side of the vulcano.
Not understanding how something absolutely new can feel so very well known you enter the entrance of this broad wooden building ...
It is a special spirit all around.
A house haunted by people who never were here.
A photo of a new years night suddenly tells you why your memory believes you have been here before. You know this place from a movie. From a very special movie.
AND THEN YOU REMEMBER.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
This is the place of the fictive fiction writer Jack Torrance. You never forgot him.
Welcome to the Overlook hotel.
You can check out any time you like. But you can never leave.
