gazillion people on the beach in Penticton a couple of weeks ago to watch the Snowbirds fly. I was wrangling Ezra most of the time, but managed to get a few decent photos of the planes: leading the S.S. Sicamous into battle, curling above the paddleboat, cool formation, and impressive smoke trails. Ezra was terrified of the loud noise, but the girls were pretty into it.
Update: Who knew? My cousin Nicole is a Snowbird pilot, but never told anyone until now. I had the pleasure of hanging out with her folks on the weekend, and her dad told me this excellent story.