My grandfather was born there also. He ran a pack train up to hurricane ridge from Heart O The Hills.
My goodness, that was a very long time ago.
Here’s a fun tidbit for you. It is possible that at some point, your grandfather may have been by or at my house.
I live on a mountain east of Port Angeles. Our house (the main house) was built in the late 1800s. It had been a livery stable, a blacksmith shop and a dairy. It was a post office between 1906 and 1911. After the local school burned down, our house became a schoolhouse for a time. It’s been many things over the years and served many generations as a home.
If I look to the west, I can see Hurricane Ridge. To the east I see the Dungeness spit and the old lighthouse. Looking north the view is of the Juan de Fuca Straight, Victoria B.C. about 19 miles across the water, and the entrance to the San Juan Islands. South of me is part of the north side the Olympic Mountain range.
While some things have changed, some have not, so I am likely looking at some of the same beauty that your parent and grandparents enjoyed. The mountain air where I live is still mixed with sea air.
Cheers....