Olympic Peninsula Field Notes

Hoodsport doesn’t bother with sidewalks. Here, the pavement ends where the Douglas firs begin, and the only real thoroughfare is the fjord-cut channel of Hood Canal. This is a town built by loggers, fishermen, and men who know how to sharpen a knife properly—where the air smells like salt and sawdust, and the water runs cold enough to shock your system into remembering what alive feels like.