Here we are in Osoyoos, British Columbia, lakefront room. We left a little later than we will be leaving for most of the trip. It was about 9 a.m. by the time Linda's luggage was loaded and her husband Norm had given each of us a blessing. We headed east on I-84 and picked up US97 at Biggs, then followed 97 north through Yakima, Ellensburg, Wenatchee and Omak. We had a picnic alongside the Columbia north of Wenatchee at a nice state park, where we sat on the grass under a tree. Linda brought provisions for an army, so we dined quite well. The big adventure of the day was Canadian customs, where Diane chose the slow lane, as she always does, and we watched three cars go through in the other lane for every one in our lane. When we got to the customs man, he asked the usual questions: where were we going, did we have any firearms or explosives, did we have any fruits or vegetables? We confessed to a small ziplock bag of Hood River cherries, a few celery sticks, and some carrot sticks - illegal to bring into Canada we were informed (which I suppose we should have known). We were directed to a shed where the contraband could be deposited in a freezer (and informed that they would be watching us by closed-circuit TV). The large chest freezer was full to the brim with cantaloupe, watermellons, blueberries, grapes, and other goodies. We added our pittance to the stash, wondering why we hadn't been eating it while waiting in line.
The motel is located on a beautiful lake (we were informed that it is the warmest lake in Canada), but Linda opted for the heated motel pool. Diane forgot her swimsuit, so spent the time blogging. We're about ready to go out for dinner, then probably call it an early night.
Vern, if you are reading this, the corn in the Yakima Valley is six feet high and has tasseled.
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