You don't stumble into a place like this. It waits for the right soul. A stillness carved into land. About 400 feet from the Pacific Ocean's breath, where fog moves slow, deer and wildlife pass like memories, and sunlight shatters across the land without warning. A private upgraded well. A massive shop for tinkerers, builders and dreamers. A garden that still remembers. This isn't for everyone. it's for writers, surfers, clammers, musicians, painters, and nomads between chapters - for anyone who understands that silence isn't empty. Some furnishings can stay. For those who know some places are meant to be kept, not changed. A total no brainer at the price. Just minutes to the Tokeland Hotel, the oldest national historic hotel in Washington.