No doubt you have been wondering what Terry and Geoff have been doing with their lives since they got home from Europe at the end of May. Indeed, you have been hankering to find out. Well, other than Terry having a hellish experience getting to and from China for a week, Geoff packing, moving to Penticton and unpacking, getting to know our new neighborhood and golf course, having six “gentlemen” come to visit and play golf for four days with Scott and Geoff, visiting who knows how many wineries in order to support the Okanagan economy, golfing for a few days in Osoyoos with good friends from Pitt Meadows, having 6 sets of friends and 2 sets of family come to visit, not much. But then, we’ve only been here for 144 days.
Terry also travelled to the coast for a few days and Geoff did an overnighter – but more on that in a second.
Okay, it is a second later. On the Thanksgiving weekend son Sam and girlfriend Isa came to visit. Not only was it Thanksgiving, it was also Cropped – the Penticton Wine Festival event. Over 80 wineries and artisan food stalls on two nights from 6pm to 9pm. We were all ticketed and ready to go.
At about 4pm, however, Terry gets a call from Isa saying that their car has broken down on the connector between Merritt and Kelowna and they have called for a tow truck – which may take up to 3 hours to get there. Sigh. They get on their phone and find a garage in Kelowna, which, if you can believe it, will look at their car on Sunday. Now remember, this is the Thanksgiving weekend! We agree to meet them there and bring them back. 30 minutes later, we get another phone call saying the tow truck has arrived – and they have found a garage in Penticton which will look at their car on Sunday. This is remarkable because we went looking for an art shop that afternoon in Penticton and it was closed for the entire long weekend. Anyway, the next call is them saying they are almost at the shop and Terry goes to pick them up. By the time they get home, get cleaned up and have something to eat it is 8:15. 7 minutes to get to the convention centre and get drinking! Remember – it is over at 9pm and exactly at 9pm the wineries have to stop pouring – and they do!
Next morning Isa takes a call from the shop – there is nary a drop of oil in the crankcase and the engine is done like overcooked turkey and it will cost about $1500 to fix! They go down and ask if the shop will take it for parts. “Well,” she says “I could only give you $150 for it.” (It is a 1991 Honda they were planning on selling.) Okay they say, but there are new snow tires on it. Okay, we’ll sell them for you and send you the money (Ed. note: since sold and money delivered). Then she says that she is sorry, but she has the grandchildren for the weekend or else she would happily drive them back to the coast! Small towns, don’t you just love it!
Now comes Geoff’s trip to the coast. We look at all sorts of options – bus, flying from Penticton or Kelowna, renting a car. but they are all poor choices. Being the nice guy I am, I suggest that I will take them home. Easy to drive down, drop them off and come back – after all it is only 4 hours each way and who among us hasn’t put in an 8 hour driving shift. We leave at 11am. By the time we get to Hope, I know I won’t be coming home. We get on the freeway and at Chilliwack come to a grinding halt. It takes an hour to go the next 29 km. We get off and go across to #7 and after 3 minutes we are in gridlock due to an accident on #7. We are turned back and follow a circuitous route to get around it. By the time I got to Rich and Nancy’s daughter-in-law Amanda’s and son Scott’s for my 2nd Thanksgiving dinner in two days I needed a glass – no a bottle – of wine. Thank you both again for having me!
So now comes the real reason for this post. On my way back I took Hwy 7 all the way to Hope and then the Hope Princeton home. It was, as you will see a picture postcard day! (Ed. note: all photos taken on my old iPhone 5 – just imagine if Terry would let me get a 7 – or even a 6!)
The below photo was taken just to prompt me to remember a story I heard on the radio while traveling that day. Apparently just before Rod Stewart’s “Every Picture Tells A Story” album came out, a couple of people told him that “Maggie May” wasn’t much of a song. He agreed and was going to take it off the album, but there wasn’t time to write/record another one so it was left on. Is that serendipity? As he said “And if hadn’t been for that, I probably wouldn’t have been here”. (to talk about it)
And that was my trip to the coast and back.
And now for something completely different – okay maybe not so completely different. Terry and Geoff went for a walk today along the Kettle Valley Railway above Penticton.
Finally, in place of a shoe blog, how about a cat house? cat exercise centre? catwalk?
Until next time – whenever that may be, stay safe.