Port Angeles, Washington, is chuck full of secrets, dark alleys, sinkholes and hidden shame. It’s a place where the buried “treasure” is the truth, perhaps the truth about an indigenous settlement that’s below the foundation of a Mill or concealed by the neglect of new caretakers. Whatever the source, the story remains the same: we deal in night honesty and dark conversation here, go away if you want Saturday morning avocado toast chit-chat.
This will be a series of stories hidden from the light, and hopefully when you see them you can incorporate their fears and torments and love. Maybe we get stuck in the sunken town, underground Port Angeles and maybe we get the blackest mold infection from the tour and maybe we don’t care because we live here.