Coming and going
The ferry is going and the seaplane landing. I tell people who know little of island life that, in contrast to the way most people get home from travels, we finish each trip with a sea voyage, or, if we’re in a hurry, we take a quick airplane ride over the beautiful San Juan Islands. Either conveyance is a memorable way to come and go, for the scenery is unique in these United States.
City life, as I know from growing up in Portland, Oregon, is exciting in it’s own way, but nothing compares to the vistas of waterways between green and gold islands. Even the native Americans knew these islands as a summer refuge from the toils and trials of mainland life. Yes, they worked as hard here fishing, foraging, and hunting, but with a mellower summer tinge that we as residents and visitors still experience. They all even visited at the same summer time. Yesterday I read a diary entry of an early settler who estimated a crowd of thousands camped and fishing at what we now call South Beach.