Sue Kingsbury Surratt
Insights of an Islander
Fall is in the air. It’s a time to slow down, recharge and reset our batteries. The same is true for Herron Island’s M/V Charlie Wells. The private ferry requires a dry-dock respite every couple of years and will soon head north to Tacoma or Seattle to be pulled from the water for three weeks of maintenance before returning to duty on Case Inlet.
It's a reunion of sorts as you walk up Herron Road from the ferry dock. Islanders and guests mingle and prepare for a weekend of patriotic celebration.
One Summer Night
On Herron Island, visitors and residents alike are drawn almost with the pull of the tides down to beautiful North Beach. You are immediately captivated by the Olympic Mountains standing majestically beyond the surrounding waters. It’s no wonder the first pioneer chose this spot for his log home.
Tides of Change
It was 1975 when I first stepped ashore on Herron Island. I've been here off and on ever since. I've come to realize this unique little island offered childhood Suzie constant stability amid frequent changes over which she had no control, and became a place of peace and security she had not previously known. Herron Island helped shape her into the person I became and it still holds my heart in its salty grasp.