There’s only one day left in Ice Cream Month! I have certainly been doing my part in celebrating this most delicious of months, both in making ice cream and in eating it. But mostly in eating it.
I have a slight cherry addiction during the summer. I will be very sad when cherry season is over for another year. I know that you can freeze or can them, but it is just not quite the same. Anyway, I discovered this ice cream last year, and had to wait until a couple weeks ago to make it again. Seems like a lot of work, but it’s worth it. Make vanilla ice cream, plunk 1/3 of it in a container, with a roasted cherry layer and a crisp oatmeal layer. Repeat a couple times and freeze for a while. Then when you scoop it out, you get a oatmeal roasted cherry swirl in the ice cream. Soooo gooood.
Well, technically a travel day. Got up at the crack of dawn to make it to the airport. Flew to Saskatoon and then had to drive home. The light while driving home was perfect summer evening light, so even though I used my little camera and the windshield was dirty, it was still pretty outside.
Next day, we went to the beach in the morning, about a mile or so from where we were staying. Then we drove downtown, managing to not hit any tourists along the way, and walked along the waterfront. We would have liked to take a whale watching boat, but didn’t really have the time. Next time.
Last week, a couple friends and I were in Victoria for 3 days. Well, 2 days and a bit, really, by the time we actually got there. So I thought I’d pick some pictures from each day, and split them up into three posts.
So the first day we boarded the ferry near Vancouver, and crossed to Vancouver Island. We found the house we were renting, which was very nice, and walked to the Oak Bay Marina restaurant for supper. As a bonus, the window by our table faced west, so we got to see the sun set.
This is kind of out of order since I already covered the Canada Day fireworks, but I forgot to add these after our church camp weekend. They rented a camp not too far from here, and most of us stayed in cabins, which kind of makes it not actual camping. Some people brought trailers and stayed in those. The weather even cooperated with us, except for a bit of wind.
On Saturday afternoon, my friend and I went driving around the back roads with no set destination. We saw an old abandoned farmhouse. The windows were gone but the curtains were still there and they were fluttering in the breeze out the open windows. For some reason, that makes abandoned building 100% creepier than if there are no curtains. We did not stop there. We did stop at a little old church, which the sign told us was 103 years old.