local grocery store (with a decent band of all things) didn't seem to cheer me up.
We hit Penticton on Thursday night to meet the Duecks and see some university-level men's volleyball. On the way, we got supper and a milkshake at the Elite Restaurant, a mainstay downtown since 1927. It's...odd. Decent simple food, good service and very weird '60s ('70s?) decor. Unfortunately, our favourite book shop was closed by the time we got there.
Friday after work I picked up Angelo at The Grand and we braved the punishing climb up McDougal Rim. Our camera is clearly dying, as shown in this shot of me at the upper lake. The singletrack descent on the way down to thelookout halfway down is one of the most fun sections of trail I've ever ridden. We just beat the sunset, then treated ourselves to a few pints of local Black Widow Ale and outrageous ravioli at La Cucina. Ridiculously fun five hours.
Sunday my parents (angels) called in the morning and offered to take the girls out to all their favourite spots in Penticton. Tannis and I celebrated our afternoon of freedom by going for a ride together, which is quite rare these days, then lounging for a couple of hours in the sunshine on the patio eating nachos and drinking beer and just being buddies -- awesome.
Tonight Tan completed a serious cleaning rampage while I made some excellent plum jam. Newly-potty-trained Ella oscillated between serene reading to herself and wild crying and shrieking over nothing in particular. Ivy painted a masterpiece and helped her mom tidy up. An absolutely riveting account of a spellbinding Monday night with the Hieberts, I realize. And I'm sure you realize that nobody forces you to read this mundane rambling.