When you get off the Kingston ferry, you can drive west along Highway 104. Soon you are in a forest. In front of you, is the great Olympic Mountain range. This is a young mountain range, rugged mountains that only the skilled or the foolish (sometimes both) will climb.
On the other side of the mountains is a temperate rainforest, and beyond that, the rocky and wild North Washington Coast.
The view, of course is spectacular. When the sun is out, you can soak up miles of scenery. When it rains, the closeness of the forest grounds you to its beauty.
One does not need religion to be have spirituality, although I believe it helps. The mountains, even when you do not see them, dominate the area. Their roots are deep. Even in the fog, you know they are there. There is nothing in the world like them, and if you listen to what you see, you can hear them calling to you.