There are some days that are hard, then there are others when you end up at a festival drinking wine from the best vineyards in the BC occasionly interrupted by bursts of “work”. Yes, the Oliver Festival of the Grape was a very nice time.
Getting there wasn’t so nice. We had to drive five and a half hours from Cobalt to the Toronto airport, change planes in Calgary, land in Kelowna, rent a car, and drive an hour and a half to Oliver. Although the rental car we got was a Prius, which was very exciting… although it took Mike ten minutes to figure out how to put it into drive. We finally got to the hotel (the Walnut Beach Resort) around 11pm Pacific Time, a place far too classy for us with rooms as large as houses. Here is the view from the balcony the next morning.
You know you’re at a good festival when they give the clipboard to the guy in a toga. We did three sets in all and, in between, did our best to support the locals by tasting some of their wine. This was purely to support the festival and was in no way enjoyable. Here is a picture of Trevor making the ultimate sacrifice.