The Olympic Peninsula is a vast expanse of jagged ridges, lush rainforests, and otherworldly coast lines that could be the setting for a fantasy based fiction. Much of the peninsula is inaccessible except by foot, bike or stock. The terrain itself is the protection from mass development and civil development, leaving only room for small town outposts, holding on only through tourism dollars and a timber industry that is a minor version of its once thriving self. Places like these are where I find solace; where I become reborn. I hope you find a little of that same enjoyment within the photographs I shared in the gallery below.