In my experience, this is the very best place I have ever encountered to eat local, wild caught old-fashioned wood smoked salmon.
On my way back from the coast I was able to race a bald eagle while I sat shotgun in my car as we each cruised along a river, parallel to each other, for at least fifteen seconds.
Sadly I was unable to take a photo of the gigantic bird as his shape darted between the trees of the forest, but here is a photo of the trees.
The wilds of America are vast and beautiful. Respect them, and treasure them. 30 miles down the road from the bald eagle race I encountered a very ugly example of what logging does to our wild forests.
It was awful.