Osoyasauce

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

START:  Burnaby Cariboo RV Park, Burnaby, BC - 11 a.m.

STOP:  Island View RV Resort, Osoyoos, BC - 6 p.m.

WEATHER:  Mostly overcast and warrrrm.

Well, it's back to life on the road.  I may have spoken too soon about hoping Beuls was up to the challenge because she got off to a rocky start chugging up some never-ending hills not long after getting back on the highway!  But no need to fret, it only means a few more rest stops along the way to let her cool down before it's back to smooth sailing.  The drive was pretty uneventful for the most part, with everyone sacked out for most of the trip (minus poor Dad of course, who was forced to stay alert for the safety of us all), but we did hit rain after two weeks without a single drop and we were back on the hunt, scanning our surroundings for griz.

Mom:  "I don't know if I'd even wanna say it if I saw one.  You'd probably hit the ditch!"

Dad:  "YOU BETTER SAY IT!"

Haha, alas, still Griz-less.

After stopping at an antique crap store in Hedley and to scan the hills for mountain goats (which apparently are not goats at all but are antelopes - whaaaaaaaaaat?) in Keremeos, we hit up one of about a million fruit stands in town to load up on some fresh stuff, such as cherries, bloobs, peaches, and jam (& Drumsticks.  Yeah, that's right, fresh Drumsticks - Dad:  "Told ya they would have some!").  Eventually, we called it quits on travelling for the day and decided on Island View RV Resort in Osoyoos (the pronunciation of which has been a hot topic around here, hence the title) and while it's the most expensive one we've stayed at yet, it boasts some great views of the surrounding hills and has its own beach for guests and owners of the park (a view from which can be seen in the picture above).  After a few tense moments of backing into our site (Dad:  "Should I try to level it out some more?"  Me:  "We're here now and we haven't killed anyone so I think we should just stay put") we were good to go, eventually deciding to stay for two nights at least since it's supposed to be above 30 here every day this week.

We had an explosion of bloobs all over the floor when Dad knocked the container out of the fridge, so he and Mom had the unique experience of (Dad:) "picking blueberries INSIDE the Bounder" while Mike and I watched and took pictures of their misfortune like the helpful offspring we are.

Dad:  "I've been waiting 30 years to take this vacation."

Mike:  "Pfft, you haven't been waiting 30 years.  You could've gone any time."

Me:  "Yeah, like he could've just taken a month plus off work."

Mike:  "He could've quit."

Dad:  "YEAH, okay, then were would you be?"

Mike:  "In a mud hut."

While it'll probably be way too hot even for beach time tomorrow, that's the plan and then it'll be back on the road Thursday in search of the Smylies!

Letting the good times roll,