Before the wedding, I wanted to take my girls home to Petrolia with me. Yes, it's true, not even my bestest best friend had ever been to Petrolia. Why? 'Cuz it's just not a convenient place to get to. It is, however, a charming little valley and a very different experience from the city life they're used to.
Up, past the Avenue of the Giants, and through the foggy town of Ferndale, we learned to make butterballs with wooden paddles, and sewed lavender satchels with my grandmothers Singer. We made sliced local apples for applesauce, and tasted yummy homemade jams (my favors) from the Lorensen Farm.