For the Easter long weekend we eloped with our trailer to the exotic climes of Kelowna, where the soothing sound of generators and people who still listen to Guns n' Roses non-ironically wafted through the forest on the spring breeze. We were joined by Vancouver friends who braved the long weekend traffic to come to our corner of the middle (if indeed a corner can be in the middle) of BC.
It was great to catch up with folks, ride some familiar trails, some unfamiliar ones involving predictable misadventure, and have a refreshing new view of how crowded campgrounds can still be fun through Tav and Aiste. It turns out a pile of leftover sand from building new toilets has A-grade fun potential.
Between then and now, I went to Bellingham ('merica) with an ensemble of similarly middle-aged mountain bikers from Vernon. Among other unexpected (and some expected) adventures, we almost get into trouble with an unreasonable park ranger. Thankfully, our bacon was saved by some kids with a loud exhaust on their Mazda proving more tempting prey to Ranger Bob than a bunch of sweaty, foreign mountain bikers who parked in the wrong place. Thank you, loud exhaust kids - whoever you are.
Most recently of all, Tav went to his first soccer practice. I'm just going to all it soccer, despite knowing it's wrong. I was expecting a fair amount of staring at the sky, picking dandelions, and possibly wandering off the field from Tav, but as ever you can't predict that guy. Whilst his approach of chasing the coach who was "it" around the field when they were playing tag so he could get tagged (and then celebrating) might not be conventional for that game - he came away at the end tired and happy. Fingers crossed for next week.
