Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Wordless Wednesday














Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Nothing Gold Can Stay

According to Robert Frost, "Nature's first green is gold".  According to our walk along Mission Creek yesterday afternoon, it seems her last green is also gold, and what a beautiful gold it is.





Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sunless Sunday

Today is a very grey day in the so called sunny Okanagan.  A good day to put on a cosy sweater, some comfy leggings and cuddle into the corner of the couch with a good book and a cup of tea. Something Gothic would fit the bill... like Wuthering Heights, or some Edgar Allen Poe.  Despite this excellent idea, I got distracted by a number of domestic duties that ended with a trip to Tail Blazers for dog food and a photo hop on my perennial favourite Benvoulin Road.





Sunday, October 20, 2013

October Harvest


Golfing has never been my pastime of choice, infact the one good thing about my shoulder issues is that they've prevented me from having to enter a number of golf tournaments.  

I am therefore pleasantly surprised to say I really enjoyed my Saturday afternoon golfing adventure at Kelowna's Harvest Golf Club with three of my favourite ladies.   I'm not sure what made me agree to go along with them,  probably the fact that it would be low key, no pressure, and end with an alcoholic beverage.  My husband cobbled together a set of clubs from some of his left overs, put them in an old plaid bag my Dad had brought out with him a few years ago, and I was ready to go.

The Harvest is a beautiful course set on a working apple orchard with ten different apple varieties.  They also grow three varieties of wine grapes harvested by Calona Vineyards.  We couldn't have asked for a nicer October day.  The sun shone, there was low cloud over the lake but none over the course, with temperatures in the mid teens.



 Note to selfie...make sure the sun isn't directly behind you.



Thought I'd add this shot to show you the grapevines - already harvested unfortunately.




Christina was our star performer.  I was the Queen of "worm burners" though I did have a few good shots especially after I got some tips. "Less dump, more hump!" said Louise, instructing me on hip placement.




Part way through the afternoon Tracy said, "We should do this next year, but start earlier." My worst fear had been realized.  "I was afraid somebody was going to say that,"  I said.  

But by the end of the day I started to feel differently.  Maybe I should look for some used women's clubs.   I might even buy a pair of golf shoes...my feet won't be growing again so one pair should last me the rest of my life...   Dear Lord what is happening to me????




Tracy and Louise did a great job of collecting our balls without having to leave the cart.  We were playing "best ball" so we could get though at a decent time and not keep the threesome behind us waiting.



We only golfed nine holes which took us about two and a half hours.  We didn't keep score but we figured we were about two over par on most holes, other than the last one which was quite challenging. I'm proud to say we managed to avoid the water hazard.



Here's the view from the deck of the restaurant where we shared a nicely oaked bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Cupcake Vineyard in California and demolished a tasting platter of lime and pepper wings, dry ribs, nachos, calamari and spring rolls.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Vancouver to Kelowna Through A Dirty Windshield

For those of you who have never driven the Coquihalla or the Fraser Valley Highways, I thought I'd take a few shots on our drive home Monday afternoon.  I was pleasantly surprised to see what I was able to captured at 120 km/hr.

The Portman Bridge in Vancouver







Somewhere in this area of Shakespeare inspired names like Othello Road, Shylock Road, Portia and Juliet Creek, there are a series of railway tunnels and bridges that are part of 3.5 km trail I hope to hike one day.

We stopped for lunch at The Blue Moose in Hope.  The food was good but extremely hot.  I had to wait a good ten minutes before I could eat my Moroccan 9 vegetable soup without scalding my tongue and hubby's Caribbean flat bread sandwich was pipping hot as well. 






There was a smattering of snow on the hills at the summit, but the roads were clear and dry all the way so we didn't need our snow tires after all.

I was glad, however, we'd just had the brakes done.  Shortly before this photo was taken I caught sight of some movement on the other side of the concrete.  I shouted "Deer!"  and was surprised to see a large dog like animal sail over the barrier.  Hubby hit the brakes and we wobbled a bit as the animal dashed across the road. Luckily the traffic was light. It could have been a coyote but looked too big and fluffy to me.  I though wolf at first but it didn't have that lanky body.  The colouring looked more like a Siberian Husky to me and it may very well have been as there are small communities not too far from the highway.   Whatever it was it provided quite the adrenaline rush. 

  Almost home!

The bridge over Okanagan Lake.