In our local supermarket the only frozen cherries available are the dark, sweet variety, and they are darned good soaked in bourbon. But not as good as sour cherries. In Haines, sour cherries grow in abundance. One year we knocked on a random door and asked if we could pick some cherries from the trees in the yard. The householder said, “Weeelll, how much were you thinking?” We answered, “A couple of pints, maybe?” “Oh, hell yeah, fill your boots,” was the reply. Yet another reason we love Haines.
