
The next day, bleary eyed and haggard from the road, we drove off down the arid Okanagan valley through Falkland, Vernon and Kelowna and finally down the Lake Okanagan shore to Penticton where Chris and I began our journey.

Tonight we are eating Thanksgiving dinner with 20 members of the Bogan clan. That should be great fun!
I still have many more stories and pictures to post on the blog but posts from the field, at least from this tour, are at an end.
2 comments on "Canada's favorite pastime and arrival at Penticton"
Penticton! Wow, that's a truckload of driving. Hope all is well. Eat some peaches for me.
Imagining Narwhals cruising the deep sea, Grizzily bears up close, a plethora of wildlife photography, a touching re-telling of a best friend's visit to the Lower Post Indian Residential School, a very rare moment of seeing a beautiful black wolf road-side, life-like pulsing turbines, snow!, and finally-pause-dinner with friends; Part One bodes well with your readers!
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