There was a cloud on the bridge between Kelowna and the West Side. I drove in, surprised by the onset of vertigo – something I’m not used to. The feeling remained with me as I drove through the cloud. When I emerged, I was in Peachland and all was right with the world. In fact, it was spectacular.
Peachland is a lovely place, no matter what time of year it is but today the contrasting colours seemed especially vibrant.
I puttered around Beach Avenue, enjoying the fresh air, trying to decide what I was going to do. I found myself a picnic table and took out my journal, prepared to write a long, philosophical, exaltation on the wonders of the day.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the cold wind coming off the water. Journal back in bag, butt back in car. Time enough to write later.
I decided to take Princeton Avenue and see what there was to see. I knew, from my travels last year, that it was paved for a good distance before going to gravel, and then was paved again a little further up the road. I’m still driving the car that isn’t suitable for winter excursions, so I knew I couldn’t take too many chances. It’s far too easy for things to go terribly wrong as they did earlier this month in Sooke, when lives were lost due to a tragic set of circumstances. My heart goes out to the families of those three young men.
I drove to the end of the pavement. The gravel stretch was hard-packed snow. I followed it for a while, but the grade became too steep and I was left, quite literally spinning my tires. Turning myself around, I came back down the hill, stopping for the briefest of moments to take a photo of the snow through the trees. Or was it the trees through the snow?
Back in Peachland, I wandered through the park, checking on the condition of the totem pole.
There is a beautiful new boardwalk in Peachland that was completed last year. Jutting out over the water, it offers not only a beautiful view of the lake, but a bit of local history in the plaques that are mounted along the way. There are also plenty of benches for wimps like me.
It seemed like everyone and their dog was out for a walk. Really. Everyone had a dog. What’s up with that? Aren’t there any cat people in Peachland? Maybe all the cat people stuck their heads outdoors, felt the wind and decided to stay in where it was warm. Curled up with their cats who gave them the look that said, “Told you.”
Yes, such are the thoughts of someone with nothing better to do than stand on the boardwalk listening to the gossiping geese and the swish, gurgle and slap of water on the rocks.
What a glorious day.