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While Adam is in goalie camp each day, the three of us fill our time either at the lake, at Peach Festival, or for the first few days without the car, wandering around and relaxing. Yesterday; however, we decided to golf because the sky was overcast and it wasn’t too hot… and we had the car back; therefore could drive the few minutes out of town to the hilltop 9-hole course.

My first mistake was renting a golf cart as a treat. Several episodes of “I get to drive first!” and “You got to drive the cart 5 inches further than me!” that would put the Bickerson’s to shame ensued before – on the 7^th hole – I finally commandeered the wheel and proclaimed that “Not another negative word shall be spoken, lest consequences arise!”

Sheepishly, we continued our game … with Philip often just picking up his ball and throwing it as far as he could in frustration. Being an executive course, there were cliffs, plateaus, and several varieties of prickly bushes that precluded our retrieving the balls from what can only be described as spaz shots… We did have some wonderful flukes, some amazing ricochets, and several Mulligans to keep us laughing and teasing, however!

With four hours left before picking up Adam from camp, we decided to invite our new friend Chris (who rescued us, took us to the hotel and fixed my car) and his son Jake to dinner with us. Unfortunately Jake was unable to attend, so the four of us set out alone for what would end up being the most fun we’ve had so far. Chris has a BIG jeep and knows the area well, and had the forethought to make a reservation at a restaurant way up in the hills called Lost Moose Lodge. Personally, I don’t know how a moose can get lost in such low lying terrain, but whatever.

We drove way up in the hills, into rattlesnake country and had a lovely dinner on the deck overlooking the valley. Chris is a car expert/enthusiast so he and Philip talked non-stop about restoring cars and pistons and other mechanically-inclined subject matter while Laurel and I surveyed the gorgeous view. The big joke of the evening was the rustle of rattlesnake sounds that was apparently VERY evident, yet I failed to hear … even once. “Mum! How can you not hear that? How deaf are you anyway?!”

After dinner, with time to spare before our 8:45pm rendezvous with Adam, we took the jeep onto an old logging road for a bra-jarring, giggle-inducing back road tour. We bumped and laughed and were tossed around, and even saw some deer as we navigated the old logging road high above Penticton… it was really a wonderful evening. The children especially loved the idea of getting into the jeep by climbing up the tires and stepping over the side, instead of using the doors …. Good thing I didn’t wear a dress.

Before collecting Adam, we stopped outside of town at an old trailer park where Philip had remarkably spotted an old 1945 Packard for sale. He and Chris circled the vehicle with enthusiasm – apparently it is quite a rare find!