My own extended family has had a toehold on one delightful island area for fully fifty years, with the generations continuing to spend summer sun on the beaches digging for geoducks or swimming in small lakes on an upper island site, setting out crab pots or hiking on old logging trails that have gradually been reinvaded by wild strawberry patches or pesky blackberry vines (with yummy berries galore in late summer). Dinners are late in this far northwest, making it possible to enjoy radiant sunsets framing the sky.
Relatively few native Americans settled on the islands, preferring to make them a source of hunting and fishing forays, partly because the Washington tribes were wary of northerly groups who came without warning from western Canada or Alaska in their 11-man war canoes to carry off the locals as slaves when they could. But that was a long time ago, and today the groups meet to have canoe races and barbecued salmon, instead. In the upcoming posts I will tell you more about those early days and more. The same publishers who told you about The Columbia River published my book about the later years of the SJI, San Juan Islands:Into the 21st Century. Even though I thought I knew everything about these lovely places by just living there part-time, I found I had to do much research and many personal interviews with residents to truly know what had happened in the last 75 years or so.