OLYMPIC DREAMS

THE STORY A deep calm hung in the misty blue air as we sailed across the Strait of Juan de Fuca. In the thin, lyrical light, contours melted into the waking dream of a wild soul. The Olympic Mountains, that defining range, rose proudly from the milky fog, injecting a sense of defiant energy into this mirage. The stage was set. The stage where imagination meets ambition, where exploration meets introspection. Here it was, a pacific dream so vivid it became reality.