Every year when I write these summer vacation posts, I try to come up
with a theme. Last year was easy; I even had two
themes.
It’s usually a struggle, though. Part of it is that my summers are pretty
routine. I teach a Spring term course. Then I spend the summer working on my
courses and take a few vacation days with my family. Am I getting boring and
predictable? Probably. Anyway, on to my summer vacation!
After teaching PSYCO 367: Perception in Spring term (which was a lot
of fun, as I hadn’t taught it in two years), we planned a moderately sized
vacation this year: Penticton, BC. Not a huge, elaborate thing (just eight days)
but nonetheless a big trip for us, with two kids. Penticton is over 1,000 km
away. Our neighbours own a condo in Penticton and go every year; they drive
there in one day. Yikes. Knowing my family, that would be a recipe for
disaster. Instead, we took a much more leisurely approach, stopping overnight
in Banff, Vernon, and Kelowna.
Did you know that, in celebration of Canada’s 150th birthday, you
could get a Parks Canada pass for free? That’s what we did--along with several
million other people, apparently. I’ve never seen it so busy in Banff. Traffic
was very heavy on all the highways through Banff National Park. Naturally, we
had to go through six construction zones. Yes, there are only two seasons in
Canada: winter and construction.
Stopping in Vernon was a good idea, because we had time to visit the
Planet Bee Honey Farm. It’s worth a stop. If you’re a
science nerd (we all are), pay a bit extra for the PowerPoint presentation (squee!)
about bees. Informative! Plus, you get some free honey. Not only do they sell
dozens of kinds of honey in the gift shop, they also make their own mead (honey
wine) and give out free samples. Don’t mind if I do! (We bought two bottles.)
Now for an interlude. When we started out on our trip, I had no idea that
it would end up being the worst trip I’ve ever taken. A few days before we were
due to leave, I started feeling…not so good. Not wanting this illness to affect
our long-awaited vacation, I went to see my doctor. He prescribed me a round of
(very) strong antibiotics, and warned me that I would experience “some stomach
upset.” Well, that was right on the money. Initially, I had no problems, giving
me the impression that I have superhuman powers to deal with strong medicines.
However, over time my stomach felt worse and worse. Five days into our
vacation, I could only tolerate one tiny meal per day, and couldn’t be away
from a bathroom for more than an hour or so. (I have to point out that through
all of this, my original illness did not improve. At all. It took another round
of antibiotics after coming home to finally fix that situation. Thankfully,
this antibiotic did not upset my stomach at all. What was my original ailment? I’m
not going to tell you. I hardly know you. Maybe after we’ve gone on a few more
dates. Suffice it to say, it had something to do with not being able to sit
without a great deal of pain. And this started right before the longest car
trip I’ve made in over 20 years.) But hey, I didn’t want to disappoint my
family, so what to do but grit my teeth and man up.
In Kelowna, we met up with my wife’s old friend/colleague, and visited
one of the area’s many (many!) wineries: CedarCreek Estate Winery. We got a
(brief) tour of the vineyard and aging barrels--cut short because of the all
the loud, dusty onsite construction. We were in the warehouse for literally
seconds. Included in the tour at the end is, of course, a wine tasting. My wife
sure enjoyed it--she got to drink my samples, as all I could tolerate was the
same sparkling apple juice that my kids got (in fancy wine glasses, though;
they felt really fancy!). Sigh.
Sadly, Lake Okanagan experienced flooding earlier this year, which was
evident in the erosion of the beach at Okanagan Lake Beach in Penticton. (There
were sandbags still scattered around many lakefront properties.) And, as you
know, this year has been the worst ever for wildfires in BC.
The smoke was thick almost every day, and got worse the farther south we
traveled. Check out our lovely (?) day at Skaha Lake Beach: the picture looks
like it was taken at sundown, but that was the middle of the afternoon. You
could hardly see across the lake to the mountains on the other side. At times,
the smoke was choking; my heart goes out to all those people affected by the
wildfires this year.
My wife had fond memories of going to the beach in Penticton as a kid,
but between the erosion and the smoke, it was a big letdown. At least we could
still go cherry picking, as she had also done with her family. Why pick
cherries yourself? It’s cheaper, my wife explained, and they taste better. The
price at the U-pick in Penticton: $2.99. The price for Okanagan cherries at
Walmart after we returned home to Edmonton: $1.97. Sigh. Did I mention that,
the day after we returned home, the winds blew BC smoke into Edmonton? Yeah,
that happened.
I’ve spent a lot of time describing one brief trip (Worst. Trip.
Ever.), and still haven’t come up with a theme for this post. Was there one
thread that ran through my whole summer? Come to think of it, there was. All
summer, I waited in eager anticipation for Sunday night, when a new episode of Twin
Peaks: The Return would air. I don’t watch much TV,
but this was a show I couldn’t miss. Back in the day, I was a huge fan of the
original Twin Peaks. (How huge? I joined the official fan club, and rewatched
seasons 1 and 2 with friends complete with coffee and cherry pie). I watched The Return
as suggested by co-creator and director David Lynch: in the dark, with
headphones. Then I’d spend the rest of the week listening to hours of podcasts
that would recap, theorize, and try to explain what happened--and I’d wait
impatiently for Sunday.
Now the show’s over, and summer is over, too--and I’ve got mixed
emotions about both. I won’t give out any spoilers, but I will strongly
recommend Twin Peaks: The Return; it’s a rare piece of entertainment that
can also be considered art. It made me feel all of the feels: happy, angry, sad,
disgusted, surprised, and frightened. I guess summer did, too.
Why aren’t you studying?