Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Butchart Gardens

After leaving Craigdarroch Castle, we headed for Butchart Gardens. After lunch in the courtyard, we headed off to tour 55 aces of gardens. Jennie Butchart came up with the idea of planting gardens here to disguise the used-up limestone quarry from her husband's cement plant. And what a great job of camouflage it is.



One of the first plants that captured our attention was this heliotrope, or Cherry Pie Plant. Sure enough, it smells just like cherries. Gillian and I both bought seeds to bring back home - and through customs.



The Sunken Garden affords a stunning view from above.



This place is so beautifully landscaped, even the trash cans have planters atop them.



Onward to the Rose Garden, where endless varieties of roses abound, and a stunning pergola is covered with the climbing variety.



The Japanese Garden had such a tranquil feel, and was where I caught sight of the rare blue poppy that grows here.



They've even named a restaurant after this beauty.



Fountains and water features abound, especially at the Star Pond and the Italian Gardens.



So many flowers, it was hard to decide which ones to snap pictures of. Everything was in bloom. Emily B. felt it was a little overstimulating with such profuse color everywhere. I thought it was magnificent.



Tired girls just wanted to rest for awhile.



And, did I mention how perfect the weather was? Overcast, but pleasant, threatening, but never rained. Just right for strolling the gardens all afternoon.

Craigdarroch Castle

Day 2 started out with Catastrophe! No, nothing went wrong; we just fixed a breakfast everyone loved. It consisted of shredded hash browns, onion, garlic, sausage, eggs, and cheese all in one skillet. With toast on the side, it proved to be a stick-to-the-ribs meal that lasted until lunch. We liked it so well, we had it the next morning, too! We prepared sack lunches for the day, cleaned up the kitchen, and headed for Craigdarroch Castle.



Built in 1889, this 25,572 sq. ft. stone home was built for the family of coal baron Robert and Joan Dunsmuir. Now in the midst of a stately neighborhood, it once stood on 28 acres. It consists of four floors of wood paneling, stained glass, and period furnishings.

We entered through the porte-cochere.



Immediately, we stepped back in time.



Looking up, we saw the 87 stairs we would be climbing.



Every room had its own story - and, it seemed, its own fireplace! There were 17 in all.



The one in the foyer had elaborately decorated panels - inside.



Pianos were popular in the day. This one had beautiful detail,



Emily W. entertained us by playing this one in the ballroom, while Meredith sang.



Up to the tower room...



...with its stunning tile floor and gorgeous view of the city.



A view back down from above...



...and a little whimsy. Did you know that it's good luck to have a salamander in your house? Supposedly, it will protect you from fire. This house has never burned. Could this be why?



Emily B. couldn't resist sliding down the rail. Please, I don't want to have to use the first aid kit!

Victoria, here we come!

A year or so ago, I promised Emily's Girl Scout troop that I would take them to Victoria, BC. They'd been saving their cookie money, and wanted a big blow-out. After a year of planning, the day was finally here, and we were anxious to be off on our trip.

6:00 am is an obscenely early time to be driving off, but all four Girl Scouts and two adult chaperones were on board, and more or less awake. We had a five hour drive to Port Angeles ahead of us, with only a little wiggle room - we had to arrive by 11:45 to keep our ferry reservation. Gillian and I traded off driving and keeping each other alert, while the girls alternately slept, chatted, and sang. Each of us contributed a CD to our drive's musical accompaniment, and what a diverse collection it was: Phantom of the Opera, All Caps, Celtic Woman, Evanescence, Joni Mitchell, and Dire Straits. What a motley crew we are!

We arrived at the ferry in plenty of time, even with generous stops along the way. For some of the girls, this was their first ferry ride, so right away, it's an adventure! After 90 minutes of checkers, backgammon, and customs, we have arrived at our destination: Victoria, BC, Canada.


I must say, it felt good to be out of the car, and to stretch our legs after driving all day. Now, to start our fun!

Our first stop: The Bug Zoo.



There are a lot of creatures packed into this 2-room building. Ants have a special see-through labyrinth running along two walls, cockroaches, mantids, beetles, spiders (very large, hairy spiders!), waterbugs, and so many others surrounded us in habitats specially designed for each species.



My favorites were the masters of disguise - those who blend in so completely with their environments you have to search to find them. Amazing how these creatures look just like leaves and sticks!



The best part, though, was the guide who talked about each bug in turn, giving details about its natural habitat and habits, and passing it around to those visitors who wanted to hold it. Emily B. and Felicity were the bravest in our group!



After leaving the Bug Zoo, we decided to wander around the harbor and check out the sights on the waterfront. Arts and crafts booths, performance artists, musicians (included a violinist Meredith proclaimed to be quite good), and statues of whales all fronted the harbor in a festive lagniappe of entertainment.



Next stop: the elegant and opulent Empress Hotel.



Might as well see how the other half live! Walking through and observing the beautiful people shopping, having high tea, and spending lots of money, Emily W. declared that that would be her someday. She's determined to be a guest at the Empress at some future date. You go, girl!

Dinner at the Noodle Box gave us the boost we all needed, as we were beginning to drag after such an early morning. Back into the car we went, destination: the SVI Guide House. This is the offices of the Southern Vancouver Island Girl Guides (the international community's equivalent to the US's Girl Scouts). There is a large, empty room on the second floor of this building, really a meeting room of sorts, that is rented out to visiting Girl Guides and Girl Scouts at a very reasonable rate. We let ourselves in, unloaded the car, and staked out our spots on the floor for our sleeping bags. All settled in, we went to the grocery store, since we would be doing all of our own cooking from this point on. We shopped, unloaded our groceries into the well-stocked kitchen, and collapsed for a well-deserved night of sleep. It had been a busy day!