What a whirlwind of a summer. My wife trekked all over the country teaching painting classes, and I tagged along on a couple of her trips as a tourist. Last week, we made the final teaching trip of the season to the tiny hamlet of Okanagan Falls, Canada. It’s a dry, desert-like area – possibly the only climate of its type in all of Canada – and the weather was excellent. I got a lot of hiking in, along with a significant amount of work on my novel manuscript, Last Thursday.
There was wildlife everywhere, including a herd of deer that liked to hang out in our hosts’ back yard. I sat on their deck overlooking Skaha Lake and wrote in the mornings, while the deer browsed for leaves and grass directly below me on the lawn. Being a city boy, I’m not used to this kind of up-close contact with large mammals. For their part, they didn’t even seem to notice I was there.
On one hike, I took part of the Trans-Canada trail that wound through the hills above Okanagan Lake. About an hour into the walk, I heard a loud rumble – unmistakably aircraft engines. I looked around, but didn’t see anything. The roar was so loud, it sounded like the plane was nearly on top of me, which was a little freaky. Then, off in the distance, I caught a flicker of motion. Luckily, I had my video camera with me. I whipped it out and started recording as a tight formation of 5 Navions in bright colors roared by, low over the lake. In researching it later, I discovered it was the Fraser River Blues aerobatic team out of Langley, BC. What’s more, their airshow at Penticton was their last performance ever. So here you go, a small snatch of a team you’re not likely to see anytime soon…
It was a great trip, and my batteries are fully recharged. I also got some random shots that will undoubtedly show up in future scenery projects. In the meantime, here are a few more pics from the trip. I’ll have more scenery news soon!