Olympic Peninsula Field Notes

Chimacum’s soil remembers. Here, the farmers still kneel in the dirt like monks, coaxing life from the ground without poisoning what gives it. This is where tractors share fields with flocks of pest-eating ducks, where cover crops heal the earth between harvests, and where every apple, every head of lettuce, every grass-fed steer carries the quiet pride of men who work with the land rather than against it. These aren’t farms—they’re ecosystems with history.