Dulton Creek Rough Rock Scrambling Blues: February 29th!

Animals cannot speak, but can you and I not speak for them and represent them? Let us all feel their silent cry of agony and let us all help that cry to be heard in the world. -Rukmini Devi Arundale, dancer and choreographer (29 Feb 1904-1986) 

Good Morning, Pat:  WOW!! I just read your morning story book of your weekend adventure and saw pics of your lovely evening with Aart & Jos. You should definitely be a writer or are you one in disguise?!?!?
 
I went for a morning run yesterday and ended up at your house at 11:00 am ................ rang the doorbell and no answer. I figured that you may have been out for a ride or walk (it was sprinkling). I wanted to know if you want a pick up today. I have a 'new friend' joining us from Naramata and she is picking me up at 8:30 am. We can swing by and pick you up at 8:40 am. Let me know if you want a lift. Give me a call. Just going to make breakfast for hubby and my lunch for today. Hope to see you later!! Mary Lee :-)

Hi Volunteer Man and Concordia Woman! Trust you are both well. Lady Darjeeling is actually in Vancouver at the moment. Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hello Fellow Bootsters! Thanks again to Tick-Top Tinka for his leadership and pedagogical prowess amid the pines.  Much appreciated, on both counts. Trust the police did not have to be called to restore order at the pub in OK Falls. We noted two cruisers, lights flashing, sirens blaring, hell-bent-for-leather on Eastside Rd, so only hope Aarturo wasn't clapped in leg irons! Fondestos to one and all. Cheers, Patrizzio!

More musings, if at all interested:

Up at 6:55 am, before my alarm was set to go off. Had a grand sleep even though Lady Darjeeling was partying in Vancouver. Saw from my email that Mary Lee was prepared to collect me on the way to HH so I called her to confirm. She was, in fact, riding with a friend, Pamela Webster, someone new to the hiking group. Pamela and her husband live in Naramata and are, most recently, from Calgary. Anyway, we joined the rest of the Boot Hikers in the parking lot and Big Al gave us directions. We were going to hike in the hills above Dulton Creek so we were to park in a small pull-out, just off the shore of Vaseux, where Oliver Ranch Road meets 97. Since both Pamela and Mary Lee had commitments after the hike, I rode with them to the meeting place as I knew I'd want to be home afterwards. [Lady Dar has me under drone surveillance!] 

We took Eastside Rd out of Penticton as everyone in our vehicle agreed that it was a much more picturesque route, then followed ORR out of OK Falls. Gang were already parked when we arrived so we suited up quickly and took off, across the highway and just past the cattle-guard there, nipping up the steep bank to crouch down under the wire fence there, [Lorenzo and Aarturo very kindly holding the wires to make it easier for everyone.], gaining access to the sloping fields, at the base of the most impressive cliff bluffs there.  

From the very start, the views, back across Vaseux and the hills behind, were simply gorgeous. For my money this particular part of the valley is one of the most impressive, majestic sections. I'm always in awe of the scenery whether driving or cycling. Even better when hiking as one can stop and drink in the stunning vistas. At any rate, the climbing really started from the get go, although for the first little while, as we meandered up towards the bottom of Blue Mountain's extensive vineyards, the going was relatively easy, the ground soft and dry, quite pleasant on my leg muscles, still a tad weary from biking on the weekend.

Stopped for our obligatory group shot, [Much ado about nothing, by an unmentioned fussoid, about placement, relative to sun, but official photographers paid him little heed!], and then continued up a reasonably large, steep wash to some more grassland where King Ottokar and Princess Josinta erected a mini-obelisk to the unnamed fussoid. Then the real trekking started as we began to wend our way up pretty rocky terrain, scrambling over and around plentiful dead-fall, zigging and zagging our way up one rock face or ridge to come to yet more, extensive grassy slopes. As we proceeded, the incline became steeper but footing was always manageable. 

Brief respite, a short while later, in a wonderfully picturesque clearing amid the pines, with a huge boulder wall on one side, when Teacher Tinka gave us a short but very informative talk on ticks, [Tick Season is upon us or will soon be!], providing much useful and sensible advice about these creatures, a fact of life for those who live here, and particularly for those who hike or bike. Al covered everything from neurotoxins to having someone check your nekkid body, post hike, [Naturally Antonio and Aarturo volunteered to perform full body searches on all the assembled females!], from clothing to wear and how to remove a tick should you find one attached, from cleaning a bite to carefully checking clothing and scalp, (covered or not), when leaving an area where ticks may live.  

Sobered but informed, we continued upwards, perhaps the longest, steepest climb I've yet encountered. Still, I took it slowly and steadily, and carefully, it goes without saying, taking my time to finally be rewarded with a breath-taking 360º view, atop the flattish ground of the ridge that had been our goal all along. We stopped here to enjoy our picnic lunches. Nothing tastes so good as a simple sandwich or a piece of fruit or a slurp of tea after such exertion, pleasant though it was. Again, the vistas were superb. Fair bit of snow, higher up, on the higher hills but only a few sparse patches where we were, not even a factor. 

Sun was glorious and a few even took short power naps, recharging for downhill leg. After about 20 minutes, Big Al gave the move-out order and we meekly obeyed, some grizzling but nobody disobeying. Going now was pretty easy although there were a number of very steep parts, leading, eventually, to a good bit of trail between the pines. Lovely to walk, in dappled light, enveloped by silence. This was particularly true for me as I was always the last in line. Every so often the group would wait for me, patiently or impatiently, as the case might be, leaving as soon as I was within spitting distance. Marian and Mary Lee took pity on me, however, shepherding me along quite nicely until even they took off, leaving me in Lorenzo's care, for the last bit, along the arroyo, parallel to the electric fence of the vineyard there. 

Must say I was rather delighted to see part of Vaseux spread out before me, from the top of the last hill I, and my ever so weary, heavy legs, had to negotiate before finding myself back on Oliver Ranch Road. While I didn't dance across the cattle-guard I was very happy to be back where we'd parked the cars. Said thanks and good bye to most of my companions as many were heading to the pub in OK Falls for coffee or stronger stuff, particularly Mother Teresa, Aarturo and King Ottokar, juice-heads extraordinaire! Given that this was her first outing with group, this was a spectacle Mary Lee and I wished to spare Pamela! Let me reiterate, another astounding outing! Stats for hike:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1068741691#.VtTELJHNv4Y.email

despite all your abuse ... we loved it! Aarturo & Jossefoss Surely, because of it! Remember, Jossefoss told me what to write and which pitturas to take! Cheers, Patrizzio Innocente! Hello The Sisterhood! Trust everyone is well. Another fabulous day, another fabulous hike. Duplex next door is going up remarkably quickly! Must away as I'm going to enjoy my salad dinner. Ate last piece of wonderful pizza Mme Coriandre made last Thursday for first part of supper. Just me, CBC, and the fire! Fondestos, Love and Cheers, Patrizzio/Dad! Pics: First two taken before Mary Lee/Pamela collected me at 8:40 am. Last two snapped when they dropped me off around 2:00 pm!

Lady Dar's Greyhound Blues: Sunday, February 28th!

I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. -Antonio Porchia, writer (1886-1968) 

Up at 6:30 am when Lady Dar's phone alarm went off. As she couldn't find where she'd put her cell, I was well awake by the time the chime was silenced! Still, I was drive her to the bus depot before 8:00 am so I needed to get up anyway. Spent the time, while she was showering and beautifying to ready my breakfast and lay the fire for later on. She had packed the day before so was ready to leave by 7:40 am. Short drive down Ellis and I unloaded her bag and carry-on, (four bottles of Poplar Grove!),  and kissed my sweetheart goodbye, wishing her a safe journey. 

Back home to turn on the frying pan and chopped some kindling while waiting for my goulash to heat up. Light rain so I probably won't be riding today, however, after yesterday's wonderful outing, I'm not overly fussed. Will see how I feel around 1:00 pm as forecast suggests sun might actually poke its head through the pretty heavy overcast, blanketing the sky now. 

... if you have a voice like that anything sounds beautiful ...How is your CD?
Aarturo & Jossefoss Since you have a voice like you do, is that why you are always talking?.... and singing!

Hello Dream Café Goers! Thank you again, for the more than delightful evening! Couldn't have dreamed of anything better: lovely food, terrific wine, beautiful, phenomenal singing and wonderful friends! Who could ask for anything more?
Have been listening to b'tween the earth and my soul all morning so we'll need to trade CDs at some point. Must away as I've a list of chores as long as 97 from Penticton to Summerland, left by Lady Dar, with strict instructions they be discharged well before her red carpet return on Wednesday. Please don't reveal that I'm planning on hiking domani! Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio! Pics: Laura and Co!

Hello Cape Breton! Trust you, Ski, and the Great Ronaldo are both well! Are you traveling the world? When are you coming to visit?  Cheers, Patrizzio! Hello again, Cape Breton! Here is the message mentioned in last message!. Didn't someone say "The message is the message!" Cheers, Marshall!

Dear Patrick & Corinne, Thank you for all your many updates, you are indeed socially active and very happy.

I have found myself once again consumed with another creative project that I obsessively indulge in My writing seems to break through all the boundaries of the self as traverse through time, striding over immense spaces and forgetting who I am so that I can eventually encounter the mysterious truth of who I am.

Benson helps in his narration as he travels through time between the fourth century and present day travelling through the cosmos.  I spend hours researching the universe, NASA writes about Star Gates, Portals, Worm holes, all part of the mysterious cosmos allowing me to traverse back in time that helps with my writing.  Life is indeed exciting.  I feel like I am in school taking a creative writing class.

Pictures of Barry & Kathleen Hogrefe who we met in Australia some forty years ago.  They came up from Seattle to celebrate Barry’s seventieth birthday and brought their son Justin, our God son and his wife Ginifer with their two children. They came up from Alaska. Ginifer is from a family of fifteen siblings, all home schooled and gave birth to her children by herself at home with Justin catching the baby as it dropped to her knees.  Justin who works for an environmental company went out hunting one day, shot a moose and Ginifer busily, skinned and gutted the beast. 

Now I am telling you all this as Kathleen, Justin’s mother has a hard time accepting Ginifer and does not respect the many life skills that Ginifer has and silently complains how she wished her son had married someone more like her.  Now Kathleen when she was twenty, tall and incredibly slim, projected herself as a fashion model,  I was twenty seven living in Cooee Bay Australia, we all went on a gem safari, tenting in the hills digging for sapphires, it was pretty rugged. Now Kathleen in her perfection, brought along this large square box and inside it was filled with her makeup. 

So you see as time has moved along, she basically has not changed projecting the same persona.  Now along comes Ginifer and poor Mom cannot handle such a strong contradiction to her standards.  Anyways I told Kathleen,  if she cannot see Ginifer for all her goodness, she will be deprived of seeing her grandchildren.  She could see the logic in those words and had a soul searching experience. Justin & Ginifer plan on having a huge family so the grandparents will adapt.

We are otherwise fine, had Dim Sum the other day, with Loretta & Barry, the judge who you met years ago.  They divorced long ago, but now Barry lives with Loretta in her guest cottage & his main responsibility is looking after all the cats.  Loretta has had two hip replacements so she is not doing well.  We had a pleasant time and enjoyed being with them.  My sister’s husband who has cancer in his lungs, liver and brain has since had radiation treatment and chemo and the cancers have shrunk.  Pretty neat I must say.

We are still okay on this incredible journey of life although John at times does not like my intense focus I put into writing, but I am having fun. Dear little Tess has not had a seizure in four months so that is good too and Benson is just his happy wonderful loving self.

That is about it for now the Oscars are on soon so I must watch and don’t miss Super Tuesday, “The Donald” is leading the Republicans, it is kind of scary.  Hugely entertaining though US politics.  John is doing ribs and slaw, yummy! Love to you both. Hugs, Jean & John

Hi Jean! Lovely to hear from you and know all goes so well. Your writing sounds as if it is truly energizing and enlivening you so extremely pleased that this is so. [Perhaps you'll win an Oscar for best screen adaptation! I'm watching Oscars as well!] Interesting to have had a visit from the past, from your friends in Australia. I agree with your forthrightness. Well done! Delighted to learn that Tess is doing so well and that Benson remains steadfast.

For our part, we continue to be busy, enjoying our new home and communtiy. Cora Lee's ankle is better and she was able to join her walking group on Wednesday, although she couldn't go for the entire distance. Also went to yoga on Friday, for the first time since she suffered the sprain. She even rode her bike, on the KVR trail, through town, a day or so ago to do a bit of shopping at Safeway. Took her backpack so I'm impressed! Must away as I've to make dinner and a lunch for tomorrow's hike.  Fondestos to you and John. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Volunteer Woman! Trust you've been well. Just wondering if you are planning to hike tomorrow. If so, I could collect you this time. Just let me know. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Chloë! Thanks for Kari's address. Please tell her why I put in a typed note! How is she doing? Sorry to learn about your computer. If I can swing getting you a replacement, keep yours as I think it might be better than my old one for projector in Rumpus Room! Enjoy Nana! Love, Dad!
 
 

 

Seacrest Hill Road Blues: Saturday, February 27th!

The mind is but a barren soil; a soil which is soon exhausted, and will produce no crop, or only one, unless it be continually fertilized and enriched with foreign matter. -Joshua Reynolds, painter (1723-1792) 

Cupid and Psyche - Joshua Reynolds

 Awoke at 7:00 am  as Lady Dar insisted I set the alarm at this time. She was to attend a gardening seminar in Summerland and so I was charged with cajoling her out of bed! Think I'll try this trick on her when I need to be up for my next hiking outing and see how she responds! After she left to learn about cactii and other plants, I did a few chores, concocted a decent breakfast for the ride ahead and then suited up around 10:30 am. I had determined that Seacrest Hill, just before Oliver, was to be my destination. Having ridden this route, once before, this past September, with Phantom Fantini, I had a pretty good idea of the distance involved. Since I wanted to do at least 100 km, I had to have about 20 km on the clock before I made for OK Falls.

To achieve this, I dipsy-doodled my way through my route regulare, adding a number of the side streets along Lakeside/Riverside and similarly off Vancouver Ave. Saw two very large mule deer munching on someone's lawn, not even casting me a glance although I greeted them with a hearty "Good Morning!" Once I'd looped Mddle Bench I headed for Upper Bench and then back to Government. Did a quick tour of Skaha Park and then was whistling down Eastside. The lake was a wonderment, the clouds and hills perfectly mirrored on its completely unruffled surface, with one exception: a lone kayaker, heading north, left a long zipper of ripples behind him. Otherwise the water was undisturbed, magically tranquil, mesmerizingly peaceful. 

Took McLean Creek turnoff and was rewarded for my huff-puff effort , when along the road past the various fields in the valley there, was amazed by the incredible sight of another large mule deer, bounding like a kangaroo or an antelope, the entire length of one of the aforementioned hay fields, flying gracefully, all four feet off the ground, to boing, boing boing its way to the boundary fence where it stopped and, huge dumbo ears twitching, looked at me as if to say, "How did you like that, you earth-bound cyclist?"

Not free of wildlife yet, I was soon to see about 15 Bighorn grazing in the large meadow up from Meyer Family Vineyards. More interested in breakfast than me, I rated not even a quick glance. Still, I was more than happy just to see these wonderful creatures and swooped down the hill into OK Falls. Took 97 south and was pleased that the traffic was quite light. Not any large trucks so RVs so I could enjoy Vaseaux and the magnificent face on McIntyre Bluff, and was soon riding up Seacrest Hill. Pretty good climb, I must admit, and I was certainly pleased to see the sign for Covert Farm as this signaled the ascent was soon to be over.

The ride, from here on was nothing but a sheer delight. Only one or two vehicles passed me by so I was enveloped by the stillness of the fields and trees, hearing and seeing the birds perched along the roadside. Did a quick loop of the tiny, quiet community of Willowbrook, enjoying some of gorgeous acreages there, (many horses visible), before continuing on, past Green Lake. A couple of short, gradual climbs later and I was literally tearing down the hill, past See Ya Later Ranch, managing to hit 64.3 kph before I had to break for the hairpin turns ahead. Had to be quite careful here as the road was wet from the night's rain and slick with fine gravel, a result of some of the road bank work I'd noticed last Monday when Guillermo and I drove this route, back from McIntyre Bluff hike. Once past this short stretch, roadway was fine and I zoomed along, back into OK Falls by 3:00 pm. 

By this time, my legs were starting to feel a tad weary and to add to my effort I was now bucking a reasonably strong head wind. Not fierce but still one I'd rather have had helping me along. Once off Eastside and back on South Main I was a bit more sheltered so final leg of ride wasn't too, too bad. Made all of the lights along Government and swooped up to the garage door at just before 4:00 pm, delighted to have maintained an AVG of 19.2 kph, given the hills and terrain I'd covered.  Stats for ride:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1066204608#.VtJYX1MuHtg.email

Took off my riding gear and then made a quick trip to the recycling depot as it closes at 4:30 pm. Had all of the bottles and glass jars in the car already but still needed to be sharpish. In fact, by the time I had sorted everything and was at the counter, I had but five minutes to spare. Back home to shower adn change as we were meeting Jos and Aarturo at The Dream Cafe, for dinner, at 6:30 pm, followed by Laura Smith's performance.

Around 6:10 pm we strolled down to the ATM at the RBC on Main, as Lady Dar needed to make a withdrawal for her coming trip to Vancouver, not to mention cash for tonight's dinner and entertainment. Jos and Aarturo were already seated when we arrived, at a table, second level, front and centre, so we probably had one of the best in the house for the coming show. Had a grand time visiting for the hour or so before Laura and her guitar accompanist performed the first set. 

We ordered a bottle of 2012 Pentâge Hiatus, primarily as we've not had any wine from this winery before. [Later discovered that it is a blend if 35% Cabernet Franc, 33% Cabernet Sauvignon, 15% Merlot, 6% Tempranillo, 5% Zinfandel, 4% Malbec and 2% Pinot Noir.] Tad lighter than we might have liked but a very pleasant hint of spice and oak, dark ripe berries and a decent, silky finish. I ordered the Shepherd's Pie, as did Aarturo, and it was delish. Mme Coriandre and I started with a shared beet, arugula and goat's cheese salad, most tasty. Lady Dar had lamb stew while Jos opted for salmon. Both dishes must have been very good as no overlefts or even small helpings to taste!We didn't know Laura's work but Aarturo was somewhat familiar with her folk background. According to a brief search I did,

Laura Smith is a Canadian folk singer-songwriter. She is best known for her 1995 single "Shade of Your Love", one of the year's biggest hits on adult contemporary radio stations in Canada, and for her adaptation of the Scottish folk song "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean" which she entitled "My Bonny". She recorded a version of this with The Chieftains, which they erroneously listed as "My Bonnie" on their album Fire in the Kitchen. In December 2010, that version received a nod for Song of the Decade from Bill Margeson at LiveIreland.

Born and raised in London, Ontario, Smith was encouraged in her early writing by the noted poet Margaret Avison, then writer-in-residence at the University of Western Ontario. She began playing music as well, making her debut in area coffeehouses. She moved to Toronto in 1975 for nine years and in 1984 she moved to Cape Breton, where she found a vibrant music scene and the ability to artistically grow. She has remained in Nova Scotia ever since.

Before the first set was to start we ordered a 2013 La Frenz Merlot, [Rich and dark, ripe plums with pleasing tannins.], one of Lady Dar's favs, so we wouldn't die of thirst while listening! Accompanied by her agent, on guitar, [She also plays one, as well as the Bodhrán, supposedly the native drum of the Celts.], she delivered a spell-binding performance. Her voice is simply haunting, sometimes a low, deep Atlantic wave, sometimes a breath-defying high note that goes on and on and on. Her lyrics are magical, deeply thoughtful often from another time, an idyllic, pastoral age we've lost in all but memory. Such a song is Michael O’h Ogain’s Horses and Plough, an achingly fond remembrance of a lifestyle now passing away, not quite a lament but rather a bitter-sweet warning not to under-value or dismiss things. Yet she is certainly never sentimental. The last verse ends:

Very soon I’ll be called from this valley of woe,
to the fair fields of heaven I hope I will go.
One request from St. Peter I hope he’ll allow:
Eternal employment with horses and plough.

Words simply don't due justice to her rendition or to the lifetime one reads in her face. Again, I subsequently discovered the career difficulties she endured, brought about by management agents and record companies, plus a terrible legacy of debilitating accidents that left her in chronic pain, unable to perform because of medication. What remains is her indomitable spirit, her mesmerizing, natural story-telling ability and her stupendous voice! See her if you can!

After both couples purchased one of her CDs, [Thanking Laura for the wonderful evening when she signed them.], we bade goodnight to our good friends and  walked home along the creek, enjoying the still night and its pristine air, just the right mix to make us ready for bed once home. 

Hi folks, Just a quick note to say all is well with me. I am farm sitting as Shanna and Cory are in Panama for a well deserved holiday. The twins were born yesterday on the 2nd anniversary of the passing of Michael and the single was born this morning. All appear well but the first 3 months are the most critical for lambs. Hope all is well and that your are enjoying your winter in your new location.

Hi Simone! How lovely to hear from you and know all goes so well, particularly on the farm. Wonderful pictures of the lambs! Must still be terribly heart-wrenching to remember Michael and his very difficult life and death. Our hearts go out to you. Fondestos to you Simone. Cheers, Patrizzio! 
 
Australian crackdown on cyclists decried Riders in Sydney and the rest of New South Wales will soon be subject To a package of new laws, aimed at cutting deaths and I more than 1000 serious injuries a year among Aussie cyclists. crackdownccl. Penalty - without a helmet - CDN$ 316 Jumping a red light - $421
Adult riders have to carry identification, penalty-&105, starting in March 2017
Cycling advocates say the crackdown will deter people from riding And worsen motorized congestion,which is already grinding down Their cities. Some say this is reaching new lows. Many things can be done to Make cycling safer and to encourage more people to ride. These things are not it ." Maybe you will find this interesting. Was in today's Free Press. Clara 

Hi Rosita! Thanks for the note about new cycling laws in Australia. Will take some time for the culture of bicycling to make inroads into car culture, however, in spite of legislation. Personally, I think more emphasis should be placed on providing safer cycling routes, etc. Nothing wrong with policing dangerous cycling practices either, of course. How was your driving lesson? Bravo!! Onward!!! Take care of yourselves. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Dear Patrick You live a good and active life exhausted just reading about your rides hikes and outings. An inspiration for a slug like myself. Take care have to get out in the garden today. See you soon. As ever Joanne

Hi again, Green Thumber! Your work schedule and commitments exhaust me so please don't denigrate yourself! Fondestos and Cheers, to all the slugs, [You excepted!], in your garden, Patrizzio! 

Greetings to all: Pam is away, so it is my turn to send out the notice. A proposed destination is the E side of Vaseux Lake just N of Dulton Creek Rd, also known as McIntyre Creek Rd. The terrain is quite rough, some rock scrambling will very likely be needed. (It is another unknown territory for me.) In case that the rock will be wet and slippery, we might need to change the destination.
 

So: We meet at Pent. HH at 9:00, Summerlanders at IGA at 8:40, carpool, drive to a trail head, hike and on the return trip stop at OK Falls pub (or any other preferred watering hole) for a refreshment. The hike will be moderate to difficult, approx. 3 hrs. Al PS: Any Southerners considering waiting for us somewhere closer to the trail head, please let me know, so I can inform you of a destination change, should that be the case.  

 
 

Post Long Ride Steep Hike Blues: Friday, February 26th!

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo, novelist and dramatist (26 Feb 1802-1885)

Buongiorno Boot Hiking Fiends! Fab outing yesterday so thanks, as always, to Boot Camp Al for another forced march over wonderful terrain! Enjoyed the company of the gazelle-like youngsters so thank you, Jana, for sharing their high spirits and boundless energy. As well, thanks so much, Lulu Lemon, for being such a gracious chauffeur. All the best to one and all. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Musings below, if interested.

Hi Guillermo Loco and Denise Dangereuse! Lady Dar said how much she had enjoyed chatting. Your cruise sounds wonderful. Nice life, indeed! I'm keen to read Red Notice, after what you mentioned but I'm sure we can find it here. However, if it's back when we visit, perhaps I'll snaggle it. Speaking of which, might you two be available for a java or a spot of lucn on Friday, March 11th. We'll be busy running errands of one sort or another but otherwise are not busy until that evening, attending some sessions at Cuffed. At any rate, let me know and we'll plan accordingly. As well, you would be more than welcome to join us at the Sevens. Mick Carter already has our tickets but give him a call, or Ted Keating, to find out where we are sitting. I'm sure you would be able to sit with us as I doubt that place will be sold out. Could also call ray banks as I don't believe he had his ticket last time we corresponded.

IWF snapola was great. We've always enjoyed Seghesio. You probably know their tasting room is right in Healdsburg. Saw all of the films mentioned at the local cinema, Landmark. Usually, quite a decent line-up. Must away as I'm off to ride, as is Lady Dar. She wants to explore the KVR here in town while I'm headed further afield. Let us know what you think about getting together on Friday. Fondestos from Mme Coriandre to you, Guillermo, and Dangereuse! Cheers, Patrizzio, Elite Cyclist, Food and Wine Critic for the Burns Street Gin Joint and Hot Sheets Hotel! Pic: Latest shots of duplex-in-progress next door! Lady Dar sunning herself yesterday aft!

Patizzio, Sounds good about Friday the 11th, we’ll make ourselves available that afternoon for either coffee or lunch with you. As regards the sevens I will look into the ticket situation and let you know. As a matter of fact I’ve never seen sevens played other than a snippet on TV -looked pretty exciting though. Just heading to The (Post) Mistress, a musical at the new BMO Theatre in the Olympic Village. cheers, Bill.

Set in the fictional Northern Ontario town of Lovely, The (Post) Mistress is a fun and quirky one-woman cabaret-style show, peppered with original music. Marie-Louise is the town’s postal worker. She is charismatic, effervescent, and seems to know everything about everyone in Lovely—and is eager to share all the gossip with the audience. But just as we begin to think we know Marie-Louise, her own story is revealed in a surprising turn. With a script by revered playwright Tomson Highway, this uniquely Canadian musical is full of character and charm. 

Hello Playgoers! I'm curious to know about both the new venue and the production. Didn't know about the former and had not heard of the latter. Let's try and arrange lunch somewhere. We can think about location over next little while. Sevens is magical. Exciting beyond belief! You must come!

Must away as Lady Dar is calling me for dinner: roast pork, baked Yukon spuds, green peas and a mixed, green saladin. Opened a very tasty 2014 Lake Breeze Pinot Gris, 13.5%. Might have to crack a red as we will be watching Steve Jobs, On Demand, as we dine. Another of Mme Coriandre's Oscar films:

Steve Jobs is a 2015 American biographical drama film directed by Danny Boyle and written by Aaron Sorkin. Based on the biography of the same name by Walter Isaacson, as well as interviews conducted by Sorkin, the film is structured into three acts which cover fourteen years (1984–1998) in the life of personal computing innovator and Apple Inc. co-founder Steve Jobs, with each act taking place immediately prior to the launch of a key product - the Apple Macintosh, the NeXT Computer and the iMac G3. Jobs is portrayed by Michael Fassbender, with Kate Winslet, Seth Rogen, Katherine Waterston, Michael Stuhlbarg and Jeff Daniels in supporting roles.         Take care of yourselves. All the best. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi James: Mme Coriandre suggested I let you know that I'll be attending Alive Inside this coming Tuesday, March 1st. She will be in Vancouver, leaving Sunday morning, by bus, and won't be back until Wednesday, so I'll be flying solo. Thanks again for pizza and film this past Tuesday. Really enjoyed both. Think the concept and  choice of films are terrific. Bravo! Thanks again. Will I see you on Monday's hike? I gather, from Aarturo, that yesterday's snow-shoeing outing was quite strenuous, even before you started! Cheers, Patrizzio! Thanks for letting me know, Patrick. I appreciate the notice! Cheers, Jim

[Alive Inside: A Story of Music and Memory is a 2014 American documentary film directed and produced by Michael Rossato-Bennett. The film deals with the subject of people suffering from Alzheimer's disease and how music therapy can help and ease their suffering.]

Didn't suit up until close to 1:00 pm. Before I left I pumped up Lady Dar's bike tires and put some oil on her gears and chain. She has not ridden her bike for some time but to my untutored eye, it seemed to be in reasonable nick. I only wanted to have a bit of a "stretch" ride after my 100+ km outing on Wednesday and the reasonably strenuous hike yesterday. My legs felt pretty good but I didn't feel up to many challenging hills so I decided I'd start out with my regualr loop along Lakeside/Riverside, doing a few extra dipsy-doodles there so that by the time I had done a loop of Middle Bench Rd I had about 18 km on the clock. Decided I'd scope out the shoulders on the way to Naramata. Wind was out of the North at about 6 kph so not really much of a factor but i decided I'd rather buck it on the outward leg of whatever ride I set upon, hence the reason I chose Naramatia!

In actual fact, the shoulders were not nearly as bad as I had expected them to be. Lulu Lemon had mentioned that they were awful when we chatted yesterday but their condition was not really any worse than those I've already encountered. While it was not as bright as it was for the last few days, I enjoyed the stillness of the lake's surface, mirroring the surrounding hills, while those beyond Naramata looked to have received a fresh coating of icing sugar. Zipped along and before I knew it I was at Robinson with just over 29 km on my odometre. This being the case, I made for the first cattle guard on the road to Chute Lake. Turned around here and started the return leg.

Wind was supposed to be at my back now but for much of the time, seemed as if it wasn't. Nevertheless, I plugged along and was treated to a magnificent expanse of gold, the sun's rays, not obscured by clouds, dappling the surface of the water. Had figured out the distance pretty accurately and pulled up to our back door with just over 52 km logged. 
 

Pleased at the distance, given the state of my tired legs but not overly impressed with the lacklustre AVG. Can't have everything I suppose. While I probably could have pushed myself harder, I was really just glad to be out, enjoying the day, the air and the sights. Stats for ride:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1064778692#.VtD244OnmIA.email

Hi Lorenzo! We missed you at Good Omens but I understand completely. Trust you are feeling better today. Just back, about an hour ago, from a satisfying ride. Hope you recover completely over the weekend and that we'll see you on Monday. We are going to hear Laura Smith at The Dream Café tomorrow, with Josinta and Aarturo. I don't know her work but Aarturo does:

Laura's distinct singing voice has been a mainstay of the Canadian music scene for many decades now. Growing up in southern Ontario, she made the bold move to Cape Breton in the mid-80s where she found a vibrant music scene and the ability to artistically grow. She has remained in Nova Scotia ever since.

Take care of yourself. All the best. Cheers, Patrizzio! Pics: Lady Dar sunning herself in a sheltered corner of our back patio yesterday. Latest phase of construction on duplex going up next door. Shots taken earlier today.

Mayne Island: She is getting married in September, Noreen is going for the wedding   We've been here for three weeks now and love it.  the island is very small and quiet and the community is very involved.  we went to check out the annual christmas eve bonfire and carol-singing and took brody to the new year's polar swim.  so far we have painted brody's room and cleaned up a lot of the yard, which is half gardens/grass and half cedar/fir forest.  brody also got his first axe this christmas.  really looking forward to having everyone here to celebrate with us in september! sasha

Cartwright Mountain Deer Ridge Blues: Thursday, February 25th!

In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold. -John Leonard, critic (25 Feb 1939-2008)

As Lady Dar needed our Equinox for a number of errands she drove me to HH where Lulu Lemon was only one waiting in lot. After my reluctant chauffeur drove away, we chatted for a few minutes before deciding to head for Summerland as it didn't appear anyone else would turn up. Found a goodly group jawing in the IGA lot and after greeting one another, Jud, Jos and I were consigned, sardine-like, to the back seat of Chuckster's car, while Tiny Tim rode shotgun. Didn't take long before we pulled off to the side of Bathville Rd, just short of Princeton Summerland Rd, and we tumbled out to gather our gear.

Glorious day, sunny and warm, so many of the group busied themselves removing their outer gear, a preemptive strike against the probability of overheating on coming trek up the slopes of Cartwright Mountain. Close friend of Drill Sarge Tinka, Jana, was part of the assembled company, together with her daughter, (Andrea), and son, (Mr X), and two of their friends, siblings, Tarrin and Atticus. This being the case, the average age of the OF plummeted to 16 and I felt young again, a virtual spring chicken given the glorious weather!

To start, we followed an ATV trail, wending our way up gentle slopes, through widely spaced pines, padding over thick carpets of their crunchy needles. Had never seen so many wonderful, naturally sculpted fallen trunks in such profusion, in such close proximity to one another. Of course, Specialista Tronco Tinka was in his glory. Nevertheless, he didn't drop his drill sergeant's steely demeanour, for so much as a second, relentlessly driving us upward towards a hideously barbed wire fence, using the live ammunition of his barked commands to send us scrambling, terrified for our chic hiking gear, if not our lives, under its jagged talons. 

Once we'd survived this ordeal, he did allow us brief respite but only because he was busy cooing over another stump. Our adrenaline levels back to normal, we continued on, traversing more easy slopes and quite enjoying the quiet and tranquility. But not for long as we next encountered a reasonably steep climb, a rock faced composed of soccer ball sized boulders. Needed to watch one's step but jagged surfaces offered pretty good purchase so progress, though slow and steady, was not overly difficult. Once at the top of this particular ridge, we were more than rewarded with magnificent views of the surrounding hills, a stunning look of Giant's Head, in particular, so all our earlier travails were soon forgotten.

Having eased our straining lungs, we pushed on, up and over a number of small ridges to stop for a lunch break, around 11:00 am, I think. As we sipped, munched and chatted we were afforded slightly different perspective of aforementioned, regal Giant's Head and even, for the eagle-eyed, a sliver of Okanagan Lake. However, not content to let his troops bask in the luxury, sheer luxury of the warm sunshine, some closing their eyes for a few brief moments, Harsh Task Master Tinka gave the order to move out. With much reluctance we complied, although there were low grumblings and grizzlings from the disgruntled.

Quite a bit higher by now, we traversed a number of small patches of snow but nothing of much note. Surfaces of same were well frozen and even when I tried I couldn't sink my boots but an inch or so into them. Any snow on the lower parts of the next few ridges we had to ascend offered better purchase, for the most part, as the exposure to the sun had softened the crust. Had thought, after the lunch stop, that we were going to be heading downhill but this was not to be the case and I must admit that my legs, (I'd had the longest ride of the new year the day before), were becoming even wearier than they had been to begin with. For my part, the last few ascents were made at a snail's pace, one baby step at a time. Lorenzo agonized with me as poor chap had slipped on some black ice the day before and his ribs were very, very sore. Still, we persevered, though envying the boundless energy and flexibility of our young companions, always well ahead and patiently waiting for the geezers!

Regrouping, atop the final ridge, we did begin to head back down and although there were a couple of tricky, steep slopes, on which I needed careful pole placement to negotiate descent, we were soon back on the gentle, soft pine carpet and my knees exhaled a long sigh of relief. Always enjoy this part of the hike as there is often a chance to chat with one's companions and Anthea and I were able to visit, although she needed to keep a weather eye on Tia who was most intent on eating things not meant to be consumed! Funnily enough our lovely pooch missed a number of deer skulls, (we imagined), Zoologist Timber came across and skewered with his poles. We left one atop a small stump, a grisly signpost for other hikers brave enough to venture up Deer Ridge!

Back to the vehicles and then into Summerland to have java at Good Omens. By chance, Madcap Michaelo and his long-suffering wife, Mariola, (Hope spelling is correct!), were already seated there, so we rearranged some tables and joined them. Sorry to learn that Mike had suffered a pinched nerve but he was now on the slow mend so hope he will be able to join us on next few hikes. Turns out that he plays bridge so Josinta, Spamela and I were delighted to learn of this. The circle expands! After we chatted for half an hour or more, we thanked "Tyrant" Al for another exhilarating hike, made our fond farewells, and then Lulu very kindly dropped me off on my doorstep back in Penticton, where, once I'd showered and changed, I had a delicious, extended nap! 'Ain't Life Grand! Stats for hike:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1063508891#.Vs-H09XZyfs.email 

That evening Lady Dar "constructed" a simply delish, designer pizza and we quaffed a 2013 Upper Bench Riesling, 12.5%, with just the right amount of spritz and acidity. Cora Lee wants to see as many of the Oscar nominated films as possible so back with On Demand, this time to watch Trumbo:

...a 2015 American biographical drama film directed by Jay Roach and written by John McNamara. The film stars Bryan Cranston, Diane Lane, Helen Mirren, Louis C.K., Elle Fanning, John Goodman and Michael Stuhlbarg. The film follows the life of Hollywood screenwriter Dalton Trumbo and is based on the biography Dalton Trumbo by Bruce Alexander Cook.

Dalton Trumbo (Bryan Cranston) is a screenwriter whose talent places him among the elite of Hollywood. However, his active membership in the Communist Party of the USA draws the contempt of staunchly anti-Soviet entertainment-industry figures such as columnist Hedda Hopper (Helen Mirren) and actor John Wayne (David James Elliott). Trumbo is one of 10 screenwriters subpoenaed to testify before the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC) regarding alleged Communist propaganda in Hollywood films. They refuse to directly answer questions, confident that a liberal majority on the Supreme Court will overturn the convictions for contempt of Congress. The unexpected death of Justice Wiley Rutledge ruins Trumbo's plan to appeal to the Supreme Court. In 1950, Trumbo serves 11 months in Texarkana prison.

An extremely interesting period in American political history and film's re-creation of life and times was marvellous. While I really liked Cranston's portrayal, I must admit that I kept seeing him as Walt, in Breaking Bad, the Netflix series we became addicted to!

Message from Al Tinka: 15 souls, including 4 delightful children, and 1 beast
Many ups and downs, some snow, some rough terrain, many vistas Good time had by all I am sorry, I had to resend it, because some of you would have difficulties opening the first album. I enjoyed the hike, Still a little sore. Sorry I wasn't up for coffee. Thanks
  
Hi Patrick I will leave a key under the front door mat for you , but keep the key to the liquor cabinet. Your bedroom is up the stairs and on the right. We should be back 10-1030 ish from our dinner. My cel phone number is 604-218-4916 so you can call or text if needed. Looking forward to your visit and drive carefully as you eat your dinner en route. Cheers Mick PS please note that the key turns to the right to open, not to the left as most modern keys

Hello Keeper of the Keys and Locks! Thanks for key location, phone number and assigned bedroom! Much appreciated. Unfortunately, for your malt cabinet, Mick, we have been watching so many crime/detective series, (Swedish Wallender has been terrific!), of late, that I am now an expert on lock picking! Don't worry about when you are back. We have made arrangements to have a drink/visit with former UBC colleague, Jo-Anne Nasulnd, and her husband, Colin, up on 16th, across from Byng, once we drop off our bags. We'll give you a shout, around 10:30 pm to see how you are doing as we don't want to be overly late ourselves.

Cheers, Patrizzio, Elite Cyclist, Food and Wine Critic for the Burns Street Gin Joint and Hot Sheets Hotel! Pic: Yesterday's poifect cycling sky!

Hi Patrick Super will look forward to your call and visit. Weather has been excellent -- spring seems to be here.  52km what a ride!  Enjoy the sun today as the weather is supposed to change.  Alas just in time for the weekend. Cheers for now Jo-Anne Hello Marps! Grand that we've finally settled our get-together! Not to boast, but 52 km was the halfway mark! Take care of yourselves. Counting down already! All the best. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Here's one that will bring you a chuckle!!...Enjoy!!...hope you have a great Friday!! Had a wonderful day at the Harbour and EAST beach today here in Santa Barbara!!... Waves were amazing!!!...weather sunny & warm...like 28* C.

Hi Murielle! Grand that you've been enjoying such wonderful weather and outings at the beach. Take care of yourself. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Sir Pat and Lady Corinne. Thanks for your ecard and trust all is well. All is well here and will phone and catch up with you later. Love and Best Wishes. Sir James and Lady Patricia.  

Hello Lady Patrizzia and Sir James! Delighted to learn that all goes well with you two. Been pretty busy here. Have seen quite a few very satisfying films of late. Take care of yourselves. All the best. Fondestos from Mme Coriandre to you both. Cheers, Patrizzio, Elite Cyclist, Food and Wine Critic for the Burns Street Gin Joint and Hot Sheets Hotel!

Hello Cornwall! Just had a promo message from Camel Valley so thought I'd send along greetings. Trust all goes well with you two. Cheers, Patrizzio!