It has felt like one long, cold winter.
That’s with apologies to my friends and family on the other side of the Rockies, of course … from Alberta all the way to Atlantic Canada.
Helloooooooooo, Newfoundland! Have you dug out of those snowbanks yet?
In Alberta, I was known to break out the camera for January and February adventures, heading out to ghost towns or on hiking day trips.
Not this year in British Columbia. For some reason, no weekend seemed to be the right time.
Even our occasional weekends in Omak, Wash., were too cold to do anything except hang out in the hotel room and guzzlesample craft beer.
But here it is. April. The snow is gone and, this week, the mercury in the thermometer has pushed its way past 10 C in the afternoon.
Dusting off the cameras
Shep and I dragged Our American out for a mini adventure last weekend.
Bear Creek is a super place for a mini-hike, featuring a 2.5-kilometre loop with steep uphills and a section of stairs. (Dare I head out there for a run?)
On the drive there, I get mesmerized by the collection of log booms, floating on Okanagan Lake. Don’t try to walk on the logs, the signs warn. It’s dangerous. (Derp.)
But it’s a windy road, so it’s a good idea to pay attention.
Yes, dear, two hands on the wheel.
Shut down for the winter
Most of Bear Creek Provincial Park is closed for the winter. The 400 metres of beaches along Okanagan Lake are fenced off, and off-season adventurists have to park along the highway.
It’s only a couple 100 metres before walkers, hikers and runners can ascend a staircase, but that isn’t what we went for.
Our Starbucks caramel macchiatos still warming our hands in the crisp spring breeze, we stuck to the low trail and only went up a couple of steep inclines.
After all, we don’t really have our hamstrings in shape for this kind of work. At least not yet. For me, a few more runs up Boucherie Road should do it, though.
But we’re only 42.
Shep is har
dly showing signs of age. We celebrated his 12th birthday in January and then there was that old life-saving surgery he had in November.
He had no trouble climbing the hills, running after magpies or making a mad dash for the creek and a few gulps of fresh water.
The good news is we’ll waste no time hitting the road for our next adventure.
My trainer, Doug, filled me in on a little secret, nestled in the hills outside Kelowna.
The gas tank will get topped up, the camera batteries will be charged, and Shep and I will hit the road, bright and early Sunday morning.