The Perfect Weekend

We biked on the Kettle Valley Railway line (a high mountain abandoned railway line with world famous trestle bridges, tunnels and cliffs) from Myra Canyon towards Naramatta.

Peter and Miranda were my companions. It was mystical, serene, beautiful and so much fun. It was quiet and near dust, only our bikes and pristine wild BC wilderness. We saw a grouse and her two chicks–their peeps were so cute–they sounded like human babies.

I never wanted to turn around and come back to the van. Even though we’d never be able to bike it in the dark because of sharp cliffs and canyons.

And then Saturday, Peter, Mistaya and I sailed all day on Lake Okanagan. WOW–It was so much work, so much fun and a little scary. Sailing (as skipper) requires full concentration and powerful arms to steer in heavy wind or waves.

And then, following a day of sailing, on Saturday night, we had a party at my sister Miranda’s house, she and John hosted a fabulous Thai BBQ for my family, friends and my sister Theresa’s family (who were in town for one night only). We danced, sang, told bad jokes and ate a most delicious Thai meal with peach tart for dessert.

Now for today–Sunday–all day on the lake again–sailing away. We had to capsize the boat today and learn how to right it again and crawl back into it. I was slightly terrified of getting tangled in ropes or knocked out from the boom. We sailed to the middle of the lake (800 ft depth) and purposely tipped ourselves. We survived and righted ourselves without incident. Sailing is amazing. Being the skipper is very zen–full concentration. The trick is to remain calm during sudden bursts of heavy wind–not so easy for me.

So, there you have it, a perfect weekend. Perhaps my favorite to date.

However, now I am tired, perfect weekends can do that–and I still feel like I am on the boat when I sit down–that rocking feeling in my head. And tomorrow up way to early…