Growing up in Snoqualmie Valley fostered my attachment to the outdoors, but my family has never shared my love for nature and adventure. This means that at the ripe age of 22 I still haven’t explored very much of this beautiful region I call home. I knew intellectually that Port Angeles rests on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, nestled comfortably between its beaten silver expanse and the glacier-peaked mountains 18 miles to the south, and that Victoria, Canada is to the north. But no one bothered to mention how close it actually is!
When one learns they have three weeks of training to finish before they start working, they picture one of two things: 50+ hours of excruciatingly dry PowerPoint presentations in a white-walled office or running through humid fields while a particularly robust man hollers behind them. Idyllic lunch at the top of a destroyed dam, watching the sun filter through the leaves of young trees reclaiming the land they’d been barred from for a century isn’t quite it.
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