Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Mighty Mighty Honda

Many, many motorcycles have come and gone through our lives. 

Some stay for but a short time. Others last for years. 

Some carry special memories while other are never to be spoken of again.

They have ranged from the little 'suitcase' di Blasi to scooters of every size, cruisers, sport bikes and 1100cc sport touring bikes.

It was no surprise when this little vintage bike showed up a few months ago. 
This model was produced in 1982-1983. It's a 450A, and the A stands for automatic. Yes.

Back in the day when I was dating The Not-Yet Husband, he was encouraging me to become a rider. I grew up riding horses, not motorcycles, and so was a bit intimidated. 

Then one day in 1982 I saw a brand new 450A in the Grande Prairie dealership. 
I called The Then-Boyfriend, all excited about the bike, and he promptly popped my bubble with a disdainful "That's not a real bike!"

Fast forward 35 years, and imagine my thoughts when one of those not-real bikes came into our garage.

"What?" was his genuinely surprised question when seeing The Look on my face.

"Really? You have to ask?" And then I reminded him of the incident back in the day, which apparently left a bruise which still twitches when poked.

"But it's a classic!"

Ah. From not-real to classic.

Never mind. He loves it and it stands proudly beside the Triumph sport tourer and the Kawasaki Widow Maker.

He left early yesterday for the Kootenays to meet up with a friend from Calgary. I'm sure the friend is going to stain his knickers with laughter when he sees the Mighty Mighty Honda charge down the road.

I've taken it for a spin, and it's alright. Turns out it really isn't my kind of ride after all.

Saturday, August 12, 2017


What do you do when it's 32C outside - again - and you're 9 months old?

Get mom and grandma to take you to the pool.

Of course.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Prairies and Ferries

The Husband and I have been on a little jaunt for the past week. Out to the prairies to celebrate an 80th birthday party with the distaff side of my family; visit the brothers; take a drive through the grasslands, Porcupine Hills and the mountains: the Columbia Range, the Rockies, the Purcell Range, the Selkirks and the Monashees. And all the way, the air is laden with light-to-heavy smoke from the multitude of wildfires ravaging this country.

Thousands of Painted Lady butterflies were feeding on the alfalfa flowers at
Brother Scott's place near Standard, AB.

Crop land ready for harvest, somewhere south of Carmangay close to Highway 23.

I get homesick for this landscape every so often; a visit is good for the soul.

And the next day was completely different landscapes.
Waiting for the ferry at Kootenay Bay to cross the lake
on our way to Nelson and points north.

We meandered our way through cropland and pasture land, passing through Claresholm and taking SR 520 through the Porcupine Hills to Highway 22; hence towards the Crowsnest Pass and points west. Spent the night at Cranbrook and as is our wont, delayed breakfast whilst travelling until we got to Creston. Up to Nelson, over to the Slocan Valley and a night at Nakusp.

The last leg was a short one, from Nakusp to Vernon and home again. Thought I'd take a minute and share some photos of the cable ferry that crosses Arrow Lakes from Fauquier to Needles.

Arrow Lakes was once two separate lakes, until it became a reservoir for a hydro dam. The Needles Ferry is cable ferry, and of all the ferries we've used in BC and Alberta, this is one of the very few cable ferries.

On the Fauquier side of Arrow Lake, looking west.

Cable anchor on the north side of the east launch.

Cable line extending down into the water and across the lake.

Ferry approaching the Fauquier side;
see the cable line beginning to rise out of the water.

You can now see that there are three lines: one to either side, and one in the middle.

As the ferry approaches, the ramp begins to lower.

The ramp and launch are mated ...

... the barrier arms are raised ...

... and the vehicles disembark.

Westbound traffic waiting to embark.

The ferry empty and waiting for its next load of vehicles.

The Husband checking out landmarks on the eastern shore.
Not the heavy smoke making the skyline hazy.

Smoky hides the view, making it mysterious.
Let's pray for lots of rain, and soon.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Watching the Hummers

Sometimes summer gets so full of busyness that we forget to kick back and enjoy a slower pace.

A wee fellow who's recently learned to crawl can be both the most exhausting and the most relaxing of companions.

Mr. K was 'helping' me hang washing outside on the railing to dry (the clothesline was full ... but that's another topic), when he became transfixed by the hummingbirds hovering around the feeders and flowers.


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Diner en Blanc Kelowna

Some call it pretentious or elitist. I just call it a lot of fun. 

And in the case of the 5th Annual Diner en Blanc Okanagan - hot.

Shannon's crew from the McCurdy Corner bus,
set up and ready for the napkin-wave to start the diner.
Diner en Blanc seems to have become the event that people love to hate.

You know what? You don't have to go. No one is forcing you to take part. So if you don't like the theme, the idea, the 'rules' (oh, the whining about the rules), then don't register.

Those who do attend, for the most part, are those who love a theme event, and have a great time.

Post meal visiting, as the dancing is about to start.
Yes, you bring your own picnic (but boy, is that open to interpretation!) and table and chairs. 

I've seen more hoopla over a trip to the beach with cranky relatives.

This was good-natured, everyone (mostly) knowing what was expected, and the venue was pretty nice: Quail's Gate Winery, in the vineyard overlooking Okanagan Lake.

I was a little worried earlier in the afternoon. While driving through Lake Country on my way to Kelowna, the little thermometer in my car registered 41C. A bit hot. 

When we arrived at the vineyard, people were melting in the heat. I thought there might be some heat exhaustion emergencies, but then oh then blessed relief came from a light cloud cover.

There were entertainers, a photo booth, free gelato, and music.

Many people came with groups of friends, but it doesn't take long to make new friends at an event such as this.

Some of the outfits were stunning, and the white dress code was no constraint to imagination and style.

The accessories were wonderful, and everyone was lovely in their own unique way.

There were a few faux pas, such as forgetting one's table ... 

... and some great innovations such as made-on-the-spot creme brule.

The table centerpieces that people brought were amazing (did I mention that everything is brought and taken back by the participants? Nothing but the DJ and wine service is onsite.).

Some people had an interesting style!

Would I do it again?


Of course.

Why not?

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Oh Summertime

I think summer has finally decided to visit the Southern Interior.

Vernon weather forecast for this week.

Kelowna weather forecast for this week.

I'm going to the Diner en Blanc in Kelowna on the 6th. Don't think I'll need a brolly.
Perhaps some sunscreen, though!

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Beautiful, Entertaining and Just Fun

It's been a cool, rainy day - the kind of day when one is tempted to troll through the internet.

I was looking at what TED had to offer, and the short video linked below was one of the 2017 TED film festival shorts. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Wouldn't it have been grand to be one of the passersby who saw these performers 'in their natural environment'?

I'm hoping this video link worked; if not, go here.

Reminds me of a scene from 'Northern Exposure' (how I loved that show) when Chris and Ed teach Ed's sandhill crane how to do the cranes' mating dance: "Dance with abandon." is Chris's instructions.

Dance with abandon indeed.

Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like your heart will never be broken. Dance like no one is looking.