Bye Bye Upper Bench Blues: Monday, July 14th!

The power to define the situation is the ultimate power. -Jerry Rubin, activist and author (1938-1994)

Hi Patrizio--See nice comment from Anne at the end of her message.

Hope you had a good trip home. It was so good to play host to you and Corinne--a chance to repay some of your past hospitality. I'm looking forward to some lazy "me" time after Ted goes back tomorrow. Cheers for now, Lynnie XOXO 

Chloe Alexis Dunn

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Hi Dirty Laundry Lynne and Kartoffel Man Extraordinaire!

Once again, thank you both so much for such a fabulous stay, phenomenal training week, glorious event weekend and lovely post-event send-off! Thank you for including message from Anne. Please send along thanks for good wishes and regards when next you chat. Hope you are well into "lazy" time now, after all your Power Hosting!

Trust golf game wasn't spoiled by rain. Reasonably decent showers until we made for Keremeos. Stopped at La Frenz to collect case of wine waiting for us and then at Upper Bench for more cheese, (Grey Baby was a  must for Cora Lee while I wanted the Gold, both Italian and French, and the U&Brie), then into town for gas. Soon in Cawston to stop at Orofino for 5 barrel staves for Sutherlands and then back on highway, into Keremeos itself. Could see huge plumes of smoke coming from town and as soon as we came down the short hill towards intersection of Crowsnest and 3A. Firetrucks were still pouring three or more hoses worth of water on charred remains. 

Turned out it was a historical building, (1920's?), hotel and a few other businesses, liquor store and restaurant, I believe, something we learned at fruit stand we stopped at, a few blocks down, for cherries and some large yellow zucchini and a few bulbs of garlic. (Speaking of which, did Jugos find any garlic on large rocks near steps to front door? Sarge left the two or three bulbs, with tops, there to dry out. No big deal but Flamin' asked if we'd brought them!).

Saw another customer with Granfondo T-shirt and then I recognized him. He was someone I knew form pool at UBC. He did MedioFondo so we had a good chat. Might see Dave and his wife, Elizabeth, at Folk Fest this coming weekend. Anyway, Cora Lee ate a few apricots for her lunch and I enjoyed my GF burger before setting off for Princeton. About 10 km out, I was just thinking how lucky we were to have enjoyed such a wonderful time with such wonderful friends in such a magical setting when a warning light, (red triangle), came on. Had never seen this icon before so I stopped as soon as I could and looked it up in manual. Indicates that something is wrong with major electrical system! Not really the sort of thing I wanted to learn under any circumstances but certainly not on the highway, obviously not really close to garages/dealers, etc.

Anyway, since I have had a "wrench" icon coming on and off, (Indicates time for service but I had had vehicle serviced a week or so ago. Sometimes mechanic, I presume, does not reset switch after maintenance so it continues to come on in spite of servicing.), I crossed my fingers and started up again, hoping this was a similar mis-alert. All fine for another 10 km or so and then same light. Fortunately there was not much traffic so I was able to pull over safely and stop on shoulder for a few minutes. Didn't really know what to do and since we had no cell reception couldn't call for help or even find out where closest Ford dealer might be. Theorized that Princeton was a better bet than Keremeos so decided to see of we could limp there, on a wing and a prayer. Guess the GF Gods were smiling on us and after stopping three or more times we managed to pull up to first gas station in Princeton.

No Ford dealership in town but lady there directed us further along, up hill out of town, to Pro Automotive. Made it, without any warning light so was happy that we had made it as far as we did. Chap there, Clint, said he couldn't promise anything as he had not really worked on hybrids before. At any rate, quite sophisticated set-up as he had a wireless unit he plugged into an outlet under dash and was able to look at diagnostics on his large, flat screen. After about half an hour of backing and forthing he was unable to locate of fix problem. I called Coastal Ford in Vancovuer adn he talked to one of service managers but still no solution. We were then faced with having car towed back to Penticton, Skaha Ford but when Clint phoned them for me, they said they couldn't even look at it until Wednesday or Thursday! Had already paid ABBA Towing, right next door, $375.98 for trip to Penticton but with this information we decided we'd just bite the bullet and have car taken to Vancouver, given the fact that who knew how long we'd have to stay in Penticton and with what result, aside from fact that the coming week was full, full, socially, with Millionaires' dinner visit next day, (infamous cheese/lamb debacle), and Folk Fest on weekend, not to mention Volunteer Woman's commitments.  Another $428.40 on top of first charge and we were set to hit the road.

At least we thought so. Not quite the case as the flat-bed truck, needed for hauling a hybrid, was on a call at Manning Park. Tyler, tow-truck manager, thought it would be about an hour. By this time it was close to 2:00 pm and fairly warm. We sait in a reasonbaly comfortable waiting area and read or chatted with other "refugees" from the highyway. (SOme of their stories even made me feel pretty good so you can imagine the veritable soap-opera/slap-stcck comedy we endured for almost next two and a half hours. (I do hope I can laugh about it all at some point as it really was rather surreal and becoming more so as clock ticked.) Tow truck finally arrived, driven by a Willie Nelson lookalike, so that was first alert. I walked over to truck to ask if we would be leaving soon but right signal indicator wasn't working, apparently so had to be fixed. Tyler was urging Willie to fix it quickly and once he did, Roll Me up and Smoke Me When I Die took off in another tow-truck. Turned out that taillight problem hadn't been fixed so another chap, (retired mechanic who hangs around and does odd jobs), had to rewire botched affair.

While all this was going on, Ernie, (literally, a whale of an individual), introduced himself and said he was going to be taking us to Vancouver shortly. In fact, he was quite a pleasant chap but with his considerable bulk and girth I wondered just how much room we'd have in the cab. At any rate, Titanuim Green was finally loaded and we waved goodbye to Princeton close to 5:00 pm. Seating wasn't as bad as I had feared but of course we had to follow a logging truck for sometime before we came to a passing lane. At least we were heading in the right direction. About 5:50 pm we made Manning Park and turned off to Lightning Lake Campground and the next part of the saga began!

All Ernie knew was that Wild Willie had neglected to obtain the Visa number from the customer he had pulled out of the ditch earlier that day and so Ernestos was now charged with bill collection. We trolled most of the campground, (Quite a lovely setting and completely booked according to sign at entrance.), unti we spotted a red Golf. Owner knew that something was up and approached us, from his campsite. Turned out that he had been forced off the roadway by another camper so this driver was to pay for tow charges. Red Golf owner knew whcih campsite other driver was in so he took off, through the bush to meet us at #55, as we had to follow the narrow, winding road. When we arrived, Golf Man was standing outside the tent. We watched, from the cab, as a woman came outside, put on her shoes and took off on a bike. Learned from Ernie that she had gone to fetch her husband, not quite sure where. Golf Man left and we waited and waited and waited, (Ernie puffing greedily on cigs all the while), until Sterling Moss arrived. He didn't want to give out his Visa number without a bill and since Ernie didn't have one, Bicycle Man took off again to see it Golf Man knew amount. More interminable waiting and then the return of Bicycle Man.

By this time the soap had lost some of its holding power and I had already suggested that Ernie simply tell the reluctant dope to call Tyler, (no cell reception here in the wilds of Manning), from a pay phone in village and leave it at that so that we could continue on our merry way. Ernie, under the circumstances, was very cool, I must say, and he had already decided that this was the course he was preparing to take. Once Deadbeat Dope returned, none the wiser, in terms of charges, he gave phone number, in question, to chap who seemed to take the attitude that none of this was anything he was remotely responsible for. We pulled away and everyone agreed that he was stalling, hoping he wouldn't have to pay for anything.

Just as we were almost out of campsite, a chap walking along the roadway asked Ernie if he might have a a very large socket wrench for something he needed to tighten on a his trailer hitch. Ernie didn't think he had anything of bolt size in question but he stopped to take a look in the toolbox anyway. More rummaging, more raised eyebrows and then back in the cab but not before a confab about earlier accident and tow. Just what we needed, a recap of event which was quickly becoming a personal nightmare.  Close to 6:45 pm we were finally back on the highway. Must say that the rest of drive went very well and without further mishap, much to our collective relief, (Ernie knew he wasn't going to be back in Princeton much before midnight, if not later!), we pulled up beside Coastal, of Terminal, near Thornton, around 9ish. Sarge pulled up alongside as Ernie was still unloading TG. Thanked him for everything, (He was actually caught right in the middle, mistakes by both Tyler, (He never usually sends out a truck with getting a credit card number.) and Willie Boy, so I felt pretty sympathetic towards him.), and he took off, not much more than five minutes or so after we arrived.

Didn't take us all that long to transfer the six cases of wine and all our other baggage to Sarge's car and then he loaded their bikes onto his rack and he and Cora Lee took off for Harbour Terrace. I pulled TG a bit closer to curb, pleased, at least, that it started again. Dropped the set of keys into a night box and then hopped on my bike, making for Science World. Had my orange Clogs on so put the straps around my heels and used the non-clip side of pedals. Quite a marked change from Sunday's ride, obviously, but very enjoyable, nonetheless, even if only to get a bit of a leg stretch after protracted drive! Hope before car was fully unloaded so helped with remaining bits. Flamin' was in kitchen, preparing dinner, (salmon, corn-on-the-cob, green salad with feta), as it was so hot in the their temporary quarters on 7th floor that they were freeloading, once again! Had a lovely dinner on deck although farce continued. Cora Lee sat down on one of chairs and it collapsed beneath her! Fortunately, she was sitting on a cushion so that helped ease fall. Other than being rather surprised she was otherwise unhurt. We enjoyed delicious meal with a couple of bottles of recent haul, recounting crazy saga.

Unfortunately, Flamin' had to leave shortly after we had finishe dmeal as she said she had noticed a scratchy throat developing over course of evening. We thanked her for all her dinner fixings and she left just as Chloë arrived. She had been to a Canadians ball game at Riley Park and had came to say hello and see how her parents were faring. Sarge left a few minutes later and we visited with Chloë for half an hour or so. She left about 11:00 pm as she had had a busy day herself. I finished loading dishwasher while Cora Lee was showering and then I had one myself, before unpacking a few things. We both read for a bit before turning out the light, glad to back home instead of stranded somewhere, sleeping in a ditch along the Similkameen, waiting for bear attack!

At any rate, I guess we really didn't have a good trip home! Nevertheless, just money and frustration. Will let you know how saga finally ends when that script is written! Must away as we've scads of things to do to set place in order and then get ready for The Millionaires! (Now eight for dinner so am wondering if Millionaires will balk at bringing a larger roast!) Once again, thank you, thank you, thank you! Without my Base Camp and ever attentive "domestiques", (In case you think I'm being sexist, term refers to riders who support rider chosen by team as one with best chance to win.), I certainly would not have had the ride of my life. Onward! Fight! Fondestos from Cora Lee to you both. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Pics: Fond farewells; counter at Orofino, taken for Flamin'; Ernesto taking a smoking break in Lightning Lakes Campground; Cab-bound Cora Lee: She is not amused!

Granfondo Peach Orchard Blues: Sunday, July 13th!

A language is a dialect that has an army and a navy. -Max Weinreich, linguist and author (1894-1969) 

Temperature rising: 19º C to 35º C!

Hi West Point! See you at Poplar Grove! Thanks! Cheers, Patrizzio!

Up at 5:00 am to have a quick shower to loosen up my back and limbs for ride ahead. Had a quick jolt of java to kick start myself as I made a couple of pieces of toast, slathered with peanut butter and honey. Ted wished me Good Luck, and I to him, as he left house at 5:30 am. He preferred to lube up at start, after he parked his truck. Waving goodbye, I ate a banana I then made myself another sandwich, this time cheese and tomatoe. By the time Sarge was up it was around 6:15 am and I went to put on a heavy coat of sunscreen, kissed Cora Lee farewell and we were off. Lovely, lovely, morning, still pleasantly cool so I was hoping to use as much of this temperature as I could before heat of day began to take its inevitable toll. My domestique dropped me off a block or so from my assigned muster point and after he took a snap or two, he drove off back to Naramata.

Didn't take me long to find "E" section, my assigned kick-of point and I chatted with a few people around me. Quite interesting to hear about everyone's expectations, etc. Most of the riders I talked to had done event before so they were quite confident, or so it seemed to me. Had to wait about 10 minutes before start time, right at 7:00 am. However, took us almost 7 minutes to pass actual Start Line, as I heard the announcer say that the first riders had left 6 minutes and 40 seconds beforehand.

Quite slow going, as one could imagine, at first, bit of stopping and starting a number of times until pack thinned out sufficiently for most people to start riding without being impeded by those ahead or alongside. I didn't mind the snail's pace as it gave me a chance to find my legs, so to speak, and once I started the ascent of Vancouver St, felt pretty good. Again, my training had paid off as I didn't find the climb past Poplar Grove at all difficult, especially since it was done much more slowly, due to still fairly thick concentration of riders, than on earlier rides. 

As I came around the corner onto Upper Bench Road I heard my name shouted and I saw Sarge there. After dropping me off, he decided not to return to Naramata immediately and had waited to cheer me on. I shouted out his name as I whizzed past and by then I was really off. Picked up speed on downhill although was very careful about turns and other riders. (Later learned that there had been a crash, witnessed by Sarge, at the very corner on which he was standing. He wasn't sure what had caused a number of riders to fall but I certainly didn't want that to happen to me, obviously!) Wasn't long before we were back on Lakeshore and then Riverside. Next over canal and then en route to Summerland. 

At the start I was riding by myself, more or less, being passed by other individuals or teams. A few minutes along this initial stretch adn I was passed by three people, a couple and an individual I thought i may well have seen on a few of my training rides. At any rate, sicne we were heading into the wind and I thought that their speed was something I could match, I took off after them and drafted with them virtually all the way to where Lakeshore Dr, in Summerland, leaves Hwy 97. The younger couple were a bit ahead by this time and the chap I was behind slowed down, talking to someone on the phone mounted on his handlebars. Thanking him, mentally, I passed him, noting I was clocking about 26 km/hr. Was very pleased with this as I knew I would have almost certainly been slower had it not been for the drafting. 

Was soon at the foot of Peach Orchard and didn't have to worry about any congestion here as everyone was well spaced as we started the almost 2 km climb. Again, I knew precisely what was in store so I took my time and plugged away, even moving over to the left hand side of the road, (It was completely closed to traffic.), to take advantage of the shade there. Wasn't even breathing that heavily when I reached the top and I was soon on new territory. I had assumed route took us back to Hwy 97 via Jubilee and I had ridden this way on one of my earlier forays. Since this was not the case, I was hoping that the remaining climbs would not be overly punishing and once clear of the first Aid Station, (I spit on Aid Stations, water, fruit, (watermelon, oranges, bananas), snacks, (nut bars, muffins), I found out that the two or three hills left were not really very challenging and I was able to climb them without even shifting down but a few gears.

Once the real descent began, essentially at the intersection of Victoria Rd/Lewes Ave and Hillborn St, the wings are on. Never ridden down this hill before although have driven it a number of times, visiting Dirty Laundry and Silkscarf wineries, and almost felt like yelling all the way down, so exhilarating was the swoopage, Dear Reader. Had to be careful, though, as there are some pretty tight curves/turns along Happy Valley Rd/Gartrell Rd/Arkell Rd before one is on the flat again and back on he Okanagan Hwy/97 and making for Penticton.

By this time I was back at around 24 km/hr, in spite of swift descent, but had the benefit of the wind at my back so I knew i was in pretty good shape, AVG speed wise. Rode for a bit by myself and when a number of riders past me, going at a pace I thought I could match and maintain, I tagged along. Left a few of these riders behind as I tucked in after one particular couple, man leading, since I felt their pace was just about what I wanted, given how I felt and what was still ahead. Followed them all the way back across Start Line in Penticton, and then I think I passed them on Main St, on way out of town, making for Skaha Lake.

Wind still behind me and I knew this would be the case all the way to Road 22, half way to Osoyoos, so felt pretty good. Knew I'd probably be able to keep up an AVG of perhaps 25 km/hr until it was time to ride back up Hwy 97 towards Oliver, without really having to expend an inordinate amount of energy. At any rate, not long after I found myself on Lakeside Rd a chap pulled up alongside and we chatted, all the way to McClean Creek Rd. Greg is from Vernon and has done the Granfondo each year since it started here in Penticton. About the same age as I am, I think, but he said he weighed about 250 lbs. I thought I might lose him, at times, but managed to stay with him, and then it was I who left him behind once we started first climb up McLean. 

Sun was a bit hot on steepest part of hill but once I reached the top, breeze was back and I didn't feel at all uncomfortable. Rode with a pleasant young woman from Nanton, near High River, AB, for most of the course here, flat through the surrounding hills. Two other, older female riders, just behind us, were from Revelstoke and they knew our good friends, Gwynne and Geoff Battersby, so I asked them to say hello. (We might stop and see the Battersbys on our coming trip to Winnipeg.) Women were only doing the Mediofondo so I waved goodbye and left them behind as I sailed down into OK Falls. 

Bit of jog back towards Penticton to where Aid Station is located near the beach there on 7th St. Very congested here and since I didn't wish to risk The Dreaded Burning Ground, I actually rode, slowly, through an open-sided canopy tent to avoid bike jam between Through Lane and Stopping Lane. Once clear of this completely unnecessary blockage, I was back alone again. Rise out of OK Falls to Oliver Ranch Rd was a little longer and required a tad more exertion than I had remembered but still nothing punishing. Soon hurtling down towards Hwy 97 and was pleased to note that the cattle guard jsut befoer the intersection of the two roads was covered with plywood so no difficulty negotiating it. 

Almost felt a bit lonely on this stretch as I was only passed by a few riders, passing one or two slower cyclists myself. Still, I was pleased at my progress and I was nearing the halfway mark, not far north of Tuc-El-Nuit Rd. Once here, one kicks left from Hwy 97, making for Quinta Ferreira, and the first of a reasonable hill just before the winery itself. Now on Black Sage Rd, Le Vieux Pin, Aid Station #4, is next. Thought about stopping here but since my camel pack was still almost full, I pushed on, especially since grade is essentially downhill for next 15 km or so. Once Road 22 came into sight I had logged roughly 100+ km and I knew that the hard work was about to begin, with the ascent of Fairview Mtn looming ahead on Hwy 97 N!

Head wind wasn't too, too bad along stretch of highway back towards Oliver. More cycle traffic here as ride was begiining to take its toll. Passed quite a few riders who had passed me earlier. I tucked in behind a young woman for a bit but after a few km or so I knew I could travel more quickly without doing harm to myself. Pressed on, still taking my time and making sure I'd take three long sips every 5 km, something I'd done and maintained, ever since ride started. I even took a number of magnesium pills, one every 40 km or so, in the theory that they might help ward off cramping, something I was most worried about, given heat and overall distance.

Plugged away on Hwy 97 and with about 112 km under my belt turned off  on Road 5, making slight climb to Sumac St and then a left onto Old Golf Course Rd and the final assault of Everest was underway. Took a couple of extra sips from my camel pack as I left Fairview Golf Course and the Aid Station there behind. Climb to Fairview Cellars is slow and steady but steepest part comes between there and Fairview Rd, basically the top of the hill. Not that many riders here so had plenty of room to seek out shade, on either side of road, as patches of same presented themselves. A number of people were walking their bikes up this stretch but I kept going, not worrying, overly, but knowing I'd be very happy to have completed it. 

Was delighted to see, as I came around the slight bend that allows sight of the crest of hill to see a chap sitting in a lawn chair at the end of his driveway, spraying anyone who wanted a dousing with his garden hose. I certainly anted a drenching so told him to soak me as best he could. Spray felt wonderful indeed and watering, coming when it did really helped to cool me down. Once on Fairview, for but a short stretch, I knew I still had a number of good climbs ahead but the most punishing, by far, were over. Soon on Willowbrook Rd I had 120 km on the clock and that meant only two more hours/40 km +/- to go. 

From this point on I was mainly concerned about the amount of water remaining in my camel pack, rather than the terrain ahead. I knew I had to keep drinking regularly to keep from cramping. Stubbornly, I didn't want to stop at the last Aid Station as I came past the Dominion Radio Astrophysical Observatory, so I banishing all thoughts of the delicious looking watermelon slices being handed out there, from my mind, I cycled on towards St Andrews By the Lake. Once here, I knew I was pretty much home free. Even the last, longish, fairly punishing climb before one reaches the golf course here wasn't as bad as I had thought it might be. Even left quite a few younger riders behind me as I made my way up the two or three switchbacks leading to the top.

With 140 km on my odometer I made the glorious, glorious, fairly rapid descent, on smooth, smooth tarmac towards Hwy 97. Just one last cattle guard to negotiate at the bottom and then a maddening, short, quite steep rise to reach the highway itself. Once here, about 14 km left, (posted on highway sign), and although the wind is against one again, but only a few long, slightly uphill grades left before final descent into Penticton itself. However, just after I passed the turnoff to Kaleden I felt the first twinge of cramp and I was worried that so close to finishing, I'd be thwarted from crossing the finishing line under my own steam. First thing I did was stand up as much as possible. (This seems to provide some relief to my thigh muscles, especially on downhill runs.) As well, I started to drink, and greedily so, as I thought I might as well not worry, at this stage, if I'd run out of liquid. With under 10 km to go I threw caution to the wind and sipped whenever my mouth became dry. 

Pleased to say that although I had a few twinges more, from time to time, nothing serious enough to require me to stop. What I did, however, was gear way down to reduce resistance, on the theory that this lessened stress might prevent my leg muscles from cramping. Last 5 or 6 km, along Main St are slightly uphill and still going into the wind, they seem to stretch forever. Only real regret I have is that if I had felt stronger, at this point, I think I would have been able to push my AVG to 24 km/hr or slightly better, up from final 23.9 km/hr. However, since I was genuinely worried that if I tried to cycle more aggressively, I might cause serious cramping, I contented myself with a slower approach. Young woman came by me, about 2 km out, and congratulated me on my ride. Did felt quite pleased by then and on remaining bit was able to coast downhill so I knew I'd done it! Even dipsy-doodled for about 50 metres or so past official finish line so that 160 km would register on my Garmin, Dear Reader! Enjoyed hearing my name, age, home and time announced as I crossed the finish line at Gyro Park, my attached chip providing officials with that information.

Once I'd had my chip removed from my bike, I made my way to secure bike parking area and left my Trek there. At the entrance, volunteers offer riders a small towel, soaked in ice water, to wrap around your neck and/or mop your face with. Felt divine. Went immediately to food tent where I drank two or three glasses of water and then four or five small tetra paks of juice.Then I started in on the watermelon slices. Happy to report that my legs felt pretty good and I didn't have any cramping at all. Still, I moved carefully, not wanting to giv emy body any excuses to hit back. Soon as I'd quenched my thirst I called Cora Lee. She and Peter were actually en route to park when we spoke. I had managed to finish about 45 minutes earlier than I had estimated my overall time would be so that it why they were not there already, waiting to wave me in. 

Good looking woman...But who's that old guy she's with?

While I was waiting for my domestiques to arrive, I stood in line for my burger even though I wasn't the least bit hungry, at the time. (I kept it in the fridge back at The Naramata Inn, as I knew I'd enjoy it, for lunch, net day, on drive back to Vancouver.) Back to Food Tent to load up on fruit bars, (more trip fodder), and a bit more watermelon. Was standing in the shade, listening to some of the activity on the stage there when Peter hailed me, Cora Lee close behind. They congratulated me on the ride and then we made for parkade to retrieve my steed. They snapped a few pictures once I'd collected my bike and then we walked the few blocks to where car was parked. Dom Jugos drove home s I didn't really want to risk cramping while at the wheel.

Home without any twinges so as soon as Cora Lee took off my cycling shoes, (again, didn't want to risk cramping by bending down to release Velcro tabs), I accepted Lynne's congratulations, made myself a cup of java and headed for shower. Relished soothing streams of fairly hot water and duly scrubbed I felt wonderful. Petros had taped fianl of World Cup so after another couple of glasses of ice water, I joined him to watch the game. After halt-time, Ted arrived. He had taken about an hour longer to complete course. His riding time was almost the same as mine but he stopped at each and every Aid Station. He knew the results of the match so he showered and took a nap while we returned to watch the second half. Nail biter which was to go into OT so we took a break for more java and then back, when play resumed, to watch as the German team finally scored, keeping the lead in spite of some fine attempts by the Argentinian squad. Was torn between both teams. Liked each very much and Argentinian Malbec, of course. Felt a bit badly for Messi as he didn't pull it off on very last play of match. Still, a terrific World Cup and one that I will certainly wish to follow next time. 
 

A horseman with his wife in a vizard

16th century. Artist unknown

Hello Lads and Lasses! Just a quick note to say that I'm quite pleased with the results of the Granfondo. Stats for ride:

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/541009607#.U8MHsKYVqPw.email

Long and the short of it was that I crossed the finish line in 6:41:20 so around 1:45 pm. Heat wasn't as much of a factor as I had feared it might be. More details to follow but must away as Peter and I are watching recorded Final. Half time break. Cheers, Il Conduttore! 

Fantastic, Pat. At an average speed of approximately 24km per hour is also remarkable in the heat and well before the closing of the finish line. Ray

That's fantastic Patrice! I have been wanting to get in touch and say Hi and also to wish you well on the ride so glad to hear it went well. I dp think I sat down for a week as I was so busy trying to prepare for big party up here as well as some work I needed to get done.nThe party went really well and everybody had a great time. We missed having you guys here but it looks like you are having a great time too and how could you not in that gorgeous place!

Finally getting a chance to relax now and am sitting on the deck and listening to the birds and the river as I write. We are off to go river rafting on the Thomson out of Cache creek tomorrow so looking forward to that, we last did it about 24
years ago and had a super fun time. It is Jake's 16th birthday today so it is a present for him as well. We will come back and stay here tomorrow night and then head home. How long are you guys staying up there for? Hopefully we can get together before you head off to Manitoba. Say Hi to Peter and Lynne for us and love to Corrine. We'll catch up soon. Take care, Al 

WELL DONE PATRICK. DEUCHLAND OBERALIS! from matt

Congrats!! See u Tuesday with Lamb and wine...Grogg Congrats on a good race!!! Bravo! Bravo!! Great job Daddio!!!!! Can't wait to hear all about it!!!! Love you.

P, nice work. I was concerned that the heat might be an issue. It is kinda toasty here tonight. When are you back in town? Back to the packing, W

Congratulations!! What a great ride. I'm glad that the heat didn't do you in. Many barley (or malt) recovery drinks are in order!! Sara

Hi again, Once I figured out how to see your results in metric I could see that you had a really good average speed!! And, judging by your 'moving time' and 'elapsed time' you didn't touch the burning ground! Got that camelback figured out, right?! Sara 

                                                         

Home shower rehydrate, World Cup,Hors d-oeuvres on deck: dolmades baba ganoush by Garliki Brothers, Dinner: bbq's butterfly lamb, broiled/baked sliced kartofellage from The Garden of Dom Jugos, Greek saladin, washed down with a delicious 2010 Glen Carlou, Paarl, (Cabbage, Malbec, Merlot, Petit Verdot, Cab Franc), 14%, great nose, spicy, full-bodied, showing some acidity and offering pleasing tannins. Quite a velvet mouthfeel, although a bit short on the finish. with fabuloso dessert, courtesy of Theodore, chocolades and a wonderful Stag's Hollow Port, 20%, made entirely from exceptionally ripe Merlot that was hand harvested from winery's Osoyoos East Bench vineyard in early November 2011. According to The Giz: "Spicy, orange peel, liquorice, tobacco, dried herb, black cherry, walnut and rancio aromas. Sweet, fresh, round, slightly tannic palate with coffee, prune, balsamic, menthol, liquorice, tobacco, raisin and herb flavours. Solid balance and intensity." I just liked it a lot!

Pre-Training, Vancouver Street Market Blues: Day 5, Saturday, July 12th!

I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management. -E.B. White, writer (1899-1985)  

Hi D, Got my cash, feel too rich for my blood!! Sent you $1500.00 just now, it won't let me send more, says it exceeds my limit. Will either try again later or Monday. You don't need it anyways being insane and riding 160 K in the heat!!!
L0ve you!!! xx

Eat your heart out Patrick!

Hi Raymond! [Sent this earlier but file size was too large!]

Greetings from Nanoose,

Just back from play offs in slo-pitch with another victory, so into the final of our division tomorrow!


Our average age is about 60 plus-average competition, about 30 or less!

They hate being beaten by the Undertakers, as we could be parents, or even grandparents!! We'll pick up the lamb from Armando's-one of our all time favourites! Will get enough for 6? Also bringing some reds to enjoy...Good luck tomorrow!!! See you Tuesday. Grogg

[Charlie Haden’s Emancipated American Music

The great bass player, dead at 76, began his career with Ornette Coleman’s rambunctious jazz quartets and then spent his life expanding our idea of American music.]

Hi Lurch and Grogg! Sorry that it has taken me so long to reply but have been busy with my pre-training here, since this past Tuesday, for tomorrow's Granfondo. Route is 160 km, so I'll have my work cut out for me with the combination of distance, climbs and heat! Supposed to be between 30º-35ºC in OK Falls/Oliver where I hope to find myself from 11:00 am through roughly 2:00 pm, all things going well. Have ridden almost 95% of route now so am probably as best prepared as I could hope to be, other than having done a longer period of more intense training. Must say I certainly enjoyed this past week, riding, wine-tasting and then socializing with Lynne and Peter, my ever-gracious, generous hosts.

Before going on, I've been asked by The Gang of Four to suggest that since we have already picked up a simply wonderful array of cheese from both Upper Bench and Poplar Grove, we were wondering if you might like to contribute one of Armando's butterfly lamb roasts for the bbq on Tuesday, or something else, of course, for that matter. Just let me know and we'll plan accordingly.

This morning around 9:00 am, I rode into Penticton, (just a "stretch" 20-30 km outing for me), with Flamin' and Sarge, to meet Lynne/Cora Lee there and wander Farmer's Market. Before we met them we continued to the Penticton Trade & Convention Centre to collect my registration package. They waited outside for the ten minutes or so it took me to register. Back to the quite large market, (about five blocks along Main St, plus a few side-wings!), to enjoy the plethora of fresh fruit and vegetables, plus all the related sorts of wares/booths one finds at typical Farmer's Markets. Throngs and throngs as I suppose Granfondo has brought all sorts of people to town. Apparently there are 3,000 riders in the event!

Left Lynne and Coriandre around noon and the three of us walked back to where F/S had locked their bikes to a parking metre. Flamin' "stole" my complimentary water bottle so I wanted to cycle back to Convention Centre to see if I could score another one. They saddled up and made for Naramata. Once back in registration area I told a sob story about how I had filled my water bottle and then left it on a vegetable stand to find it had disappeared when I returned. Chap at Info Desk said they had plenty so I was given another one without any fuss. After my "white" lie, I headed back to Naramata, up Vancouver St as this climb is the very first leg of the event. Feel pretty comfortable with it, by this point, so hope this bodes well for rest of course.

Sarge/Petros and Coramandel have just left to go wine-tasting to three or four wineries along The Bench, leaving Lynne and I to commiserate with each other! 

[Good looking woman...But who's that old guy she's with?]

Flamin' is meeting a friend in town. Lynne is actually doing a few things, (setting table, cleaning vegetables from Peter's wonderful garden, etc.), to get ready for dinner: salmon from Fisherman's Wharf at GI. I want to give my Trek a good wash and lube and then put my feet up while watching recording of the sore losers duking it out for third/fourth place in the World Cup! Biggest challenge tonight, for me, will be to keep from having any, but a moderate amount, perhaps, of hootch, surrounded as I am by all the Hyper-Juiceheads! Fondestos from F/S and Coriandre to you both. Must away as I need to eat 37 bananas! Cheers, Il Conduttore!

Pics: Start of yesterday's ride into Penticton; PGC; Township 7; La Frenz; view from Lang; The Usual Suspects!!! 

Hi Money Bags and Tinsel Town! Thanks for the cold, hard cash!!!! Nothing is too rich for your blood, since you take after your free-wheelin' Mama, Baby-cakes! Before going on, thought that I would let you know that I'd been asked by The Gang of Four to suggest that since we have already picked up a simply wonderful array of cheese from both Upper Bench and Poplar Grove, (sort of true), we were wondering if The Millionairies would like to contribute one of Armando's butterfly lamb roasts, (instead of the bread and cheese they always bring!), for the bbq on Tuesday, (that they've suggested and then invited themselves to!), or something else, of course, for that matter. Sent them the gist of this message, concluding: "Just let me know and we'll plan accordingly." Everyone is very curious to see what transpires! Stay tuned!!!

Sarge/Petros and Coramandel have just left to go wine-tasting to three or four wineries along The Bench, leaving Lynne and I to commiserate with each other! (Just this moment back from a wonderful, wonderful time, apparently!) Flamin' is meeting a friend in town. Lynne is actually doing a few things, (setting table, cleaning vegetables from Peter's wonderful garden, etc.), to get ready for dinner: salmon from Fisherman's Wharf at GI. I want to give my Trek a good wash and lube and then put my feet up while watching recording of the sore losers duking it out for third/fourth place in the World Cup! Biggest challenge tonight, for me, will be to keep from having any, but a moderate amount, perhaps, of hootch, surrounded as I am by all the Hyper-Juiceheads! Fondestos from F/S and Coriandre to you both. Must away as I need to eat 37 bananas! Cheers, Dad/Granfondo Poppa!!!

Pat, You couldn't have done much better in terms of preparation for the event. If the bike performs as it should and you are able to survive the heat, you should do very well. I suppose the goal is to get in before the finish line closes.
Been working on the carpet roof with Peter the last 2 days. I ripped the old off and Peter did the work requiring a bit more finesse. Lots of finishing touches still to do including priming, deck coating, and drip caps.
 
Photos look great. I've always thought Naramata to be the perfect small resort.
Hope all goes well on the 'Fondo. Ray 

Pre-Training Kaleden to Penticton Blues: Day 4, Friday, July 11th!

Parents, by humouring and cockering them when little, corrupt the principles of nature in their children, and wonder afterwards to taste the bitter waters, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain. John Locke (1632-1704). 

Hi Patrick, Thanks for your message and sorry for being so long in replying.
Summer is puttering along pretty uneventfully, after the health commotion. I went to the cabin with a friend for four days last week, which was wonderful (we're having a heat wave) until the last morning when I had a tick bite for the first time in my life. Going to follow it up, just to be sure. 

Fast times on Hwy 97

Otherwise, I'm still waiting for Jane to appear. First it was June 8, then the middle of July, now the end of the summer. We'll see. She is still totally engulfed in her real estate affairs, selling the cabin and the apartment at the same time as getting something new on the island. Her focus on island objects is getting a bit weird from my point of view, e.g. the last favorite being a cabin of 900 sqft for $400 000. Whatever happens, I hope she'll be content.

I just had a warning my computer will shut down in two minutes, so I'd better stop now. All the best to you and Corinne, Kjell

Wayne Sutherland Headed to Naramatta with Michele Darrow-Sutherland and Corinne Durston for the weekend for a little wine tasting and to watch Patrick James Dunn ride in the Grand Fondo. Going to be 35 degrees.

Patrick James Dunn If you drive up via Osoyoos, stop in at Intersection and then after Flamin' has her rendezvous with Roland at Wild Goose, go to Meyer Family Vineyard, just out of OK Falls, up McLean Creek Road. View from patio off tasting room!

Nadienka Wyss shared ZHAW Gesundheit's video.

A punch of Physios finishing school 

Patrick James Dunn Congratulations! Bravo! Cheers, Your Cruel Host Father toasting you in Naramata!

  

P, just pushed the boxes aside to get to the computer. Harried but getting there, I think, maybe. Here is wishing you well on the big ride. W

Buon Giorno, Harried Pack-Rat! Thanks for the good wishes! Support Team arrived about 5:00 pm lasternoon so we enjoyed a fab reunion and meal, with scads of local Über Plonk, as you can well imagine!

Had the last of my longish training rides on Thursday. Friday morning I stayed at the house until about 11:00 am. Dom Jugos had invited me to join him for lunch at the Penticton Golf Course. He was playing with a friend, Layton, and thought they'd be finished around 11:30 am. The previous night I had asked Peter if he would drive me, in my car, from Penticton to near Kaleden. This was the only remaining stretch of route I had not yet ridden so wanted to scope it out. He agreed, of course, and after a very tasty lunch, (Cajun Chicken Caesare for me), on the club house deck, with a stunning vista of course and hills beyond, I drove to a spot near the intersection of White Lake Rd and Hwy 97.


[Hi Peter; Just to thank you for setting up the golf day on Friday! It was a beautiful day for it and the company was excellent as well. Hope we can manage another round at some point. Have yourselves a great weekend and may Patrick do as well as he wishes in the Grand Fondo on Sunday. Cheers
Leighton Thanks Leighton - I also enjoyed your company.  We'll do it again.
Peter]

I had changed into my riding togs in the club locker room, lubed up, and put on my cycling shoes, so once I unloaded my Trek, I was ready to go. I asked my domestique to wait a few minutes to make sure chain was working as it should and took off. Pleased to say that everything worked incredibly smoothy so when the support vehicle pulled alongside, I waved it off and made for Penticton, thanking Matt, the bike mechanic in Oliver, for a job well done!

Again, pleased to report that the ride into Penticton, facing a pretty brisk head wind was not a big deal , in spite of two long, slightly uphill grades, more than hills as such. In fact, I logged an AVG of 28.8 km/hr, when I hit the flats as one comes into Penticton, right by the airport. This dropped, as one could imagine, as I dipsy-doodled through town, finding my way back to the parking lot at the PGC. I had given Peter a second set of keys and kept the pair I use when riding as it has a key for built-in cable lock on bike rack. Stats for ride:

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/539398624#.U8CB9-4ym_A.email

Anyway, only took about 20 minutes to reach outskirts of Penticton and about the same to reach golf course so I was on my way to Summerland close to 2:00 pm. Once there I took Lakeshore Drive Exit off Hwy 97 as I wanted to climb Peach Orchard Rd once more. Parked on the street, in the shade, (It was 31ºC by this time!), and rode the couple of kilometres to the base of Peach Orchard. Shifted down just before start of climb and all was well. Must say that I found this ascent easier, inasmuch as I had a much better idea of length of climb. (Turns out it is almost 2 km to roundabout at top of hill, just beyond the Okanagan Highway Overpass. While a damn good, sustained effort is required, felt pretty good about how I felt by the time I had it behind me. Rode a bit farther than roundabout before turning around to head back down to Lakeshore. Had no difficulty reaching 57+ km/hr without even trying. In fact, I braked quite often and I didn't want to Evil Knievel into the lake water if I was unable to stop! Stats for ride:

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/539398626#.U8CCTkmUcwM.email

Back to the car to load up and then return to Penticton, stopping at Township 7 first. Quite taken with the Semillon so that is what I bought. On to La Frenz and really enjoyed their Sauvignon Blanc, Rattlesnake Vineyard, and the Viognier so those were my two choices. Next up, Lang, a winery I've not been to in many, many years, high up on the hillside, not all that far from KVR Trail. Gorgeous view from winery. Tasty Viognier so took four bottles. Short drive back to Naramata Inn to unload my stash and bike. Was just making a java when Lower Mainland Freeloaders arrived so that put finished to any thoughts I might have had to record my activities!

Plan today is to ride into Penticton, (just a "stretch" 20-30 km outing for me), with Flamin' and Sarge, to meet Lynne/Cora Lee there and wander Farmer's Market. Then I'll go to the Penticton Trade & Convention Centre to collect my registration package. Sarge will probably accompany me as Flamin' is meeting a friend in town for lunch. After I'm "officially" in Granfondo, we'll head back to Naramata. I want to give my Trek a good wash and lube and then put my feet up while watching the sore losers duke it out for third/fourth place! Biggest challenge will be to keep from having any hootch today, surrounded as I am by Hyper-Juiceheads! Fondestos from The Naramatians, F/S and Coriandre to you and The Sisterhood. Must away as I need to eat 37 bananas! Cheers, Il Conduttore!

Pics: Start of ride into Penticton; PGC; Township 7; La Frenz; view from Lang; The Usual Suspects!!!

Hello, Lynne: Thanks for your card, which arrived today . I’m so glad you enjoyed your visit, because I did too. I enjoy having a chance to visit some of my favourite watering holes with a friend. And we did have good weather – didn’t we.

You’ve been having a busy time : a spa, Victoria, and the Calgary Stampede to top it off. The stampede is not something I fancy; I’ve seen one a long time ago – in Denver, I think. Those poor animals!
 
This afternoon, Jim and Jocelyn drove me to Sam’s funeral. We attended the service and observed the burial at the graveside. It was a gorgeous sunny day. Lots of old friend there: retired librarians from long ago. Sylvia, Lois, and Ronald were there, and a lot of other people. I chatted with Linda and Sharon, Sam’s daughters, who were pleased that I had visited him on a regular basis. I’ll miss him. Hugs to Peter, and best of luck to Pat. Anne 

Have a great weekend mom/dad!!!! Dad be careful, drink so much water you have to pee as you ride!! all the greats do it!!! Sissy you drive around in you're white BMW pretending your doing the LA granfondo!!!!

I'll be laying in the park, reading trashy novels and drinking!!! Woot Woot East Van!!!! xxx

Hi no problem about Dinao's accommodation, what will be will be! Have a great time cycling , I wish I could do part of it. You have a great life. Ron and I gave been watching World Cup religiously - too bad about Brazil!
Sunday should be fun, go Argentina! Take care! Ski 

 

Pre-Training McLean Creek Blues: Day 3, Thursday, July 10th!

Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. -Marcel Proust, novelist (1871-1922) 

Hi I didn't get back to sooner because she, [Dinao], is travelling/walking in Switzerland. She has been caught in every rain shower and is experiencing an early winter - too bad.

She has a place for August and then I am not too sure exactly what she wants for September. I am assuming something affordable; however, it is Vancouver!
A 1 bedroom may be dreaming, house sitting would be nice! She is possible not staying in Vancouver past Christmas, but who knows. 

She is looking for work in Expressive Art Therapy and finishing her thesis so needless to say she has no money. She would like to live anywhere near False Creek, Commercial Drive, Main Street, Cambie, 16th etc. Does that above info help?

I just thought you might hear of something since you are the GUY!!!! Take care
Where are you right now? Rhoda 

Hi Ski! Trust you and the Great Ronaldo are well. Have forwarded your message to Cora Lee and Chloe so will see what we can find. No promises, even from The Guy! In fact, I'm in Naramata as I scribe! Must away as I need to suit and sunscreen myself. Will be in touch once back in Vancouver and report any possibilities. Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hello Lower Mainlanders! Trust everyone is well. "Details" I promised in an earlier message! Must away as need to hit the road. Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio/Dad/Il Conduttore! Pics: What I fill my camel pack with! Training diet! My coach! Where I sleep! Hardship posting!!! 

How just read over your long training email. Had a great night at arts club seeing Red Rock Diner with Patty, Chloe and Robyn. Wayne and Michele were coming and had dinner with us, but she had book tickets by mistake for the matinee rather than evening. Had a good visit with Pat.
 
Sam Rothstein obt in the Sun today. Funeral is on Friday. Too bad we should have gone. He was 93.
 
Off to get sausages for tomorrow's supper. Not sure on details of departure as is hard to pin Sutherland's down. We see them later. Take care of those cramps do not sound very pleasant. See you tomorrow, Love CoraLee

Up at 6:30 am to have breakfast, (delicious bowl of raspberries, [just picked by Petros a few minutes beforehand], blueberries, [from a local fruit stand in Oliver], and yogurt with granola. We chatted while enjoying the fruits of the land, sipping our high test java. Jugos was off to golf adn after I sent a few quick messages I suited up, loaded Trek on bike rack was heading up the driveway at just after 8:00 am. Day was still gloriously cool as I drove along Narmata Rd, drinking in the gorgeous vistas that presented themselves at every turn and twist of the road: the lush green of the vines carpeting the benches against the dry, sere, rugged hills, the stark backdrop to the shimmering lake.

Listened to an incredible CBC documentary, The Bugle and the Passing Bell, originally produced fifty years ago to commemorate the 50th anniversary of  WW I and never aired since. A ten part series and I heard the third episode. Simply remarkable first hand accounts of the horror of trench warfare, gas attacks, and the like. Just over as I pulled into parking lot at the beach front in Okanagan Falls. (Would have stayed in car until it was finished as it was so compelling.) Parked in the shade as I knew it was going to be another scorcher. Unloaded my bike, put on my cycling shoes and then made my way to public washrooms, (very, very clean), to rid myself of last bit of java. Wind was blowing fiercely, whipping up whitecaps on the lake. Lovely spectacle but I knew I would be heading straight into gale as I made my way north towards McLean Creek Road. Wanted to ride this section as it is route Granfondo takes into OK Falls.

In fact, wasn't quite as difficult as I had feared it might be and although this section of Eastside Rd, going north, presents a gradual uphill grade, with a few good hill climbs thrown in for good measure, I quite enjoyed the 5 km to the intersection of MCR and ER. While the ascent here isn't overly punishing it still requires a decent effort so I was pleased that I had reminded myself of what would be in store here. Once one reaches the crest and is in the valley there, the going is very easy, due to the flat terrain. Of course I had the wind at my back by then and so I really sailed along. 

Pretty steep descent towards OK Falls but now I was heading almost directly into wind so didn't have to use my brakes at all, so great was wind resistance. Back to my car about 40 minutes later, pleased with reconnoitre. Stats for McLean Creek ride: 

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/538831008#.U791_uQQ4bM.email
 
Loaded up again and made for Oliver, parking in the very same spot I found on Tuesday. hadn't taken off my cycling shoes so as soon as I'd unloaded my bike and helmeted myself, I was off, heading up Fairview Rd towards Sumac St. Once on Sumac I started to think about whether this was the actual course route, coming up along Hwy 97 from Road 22. Decided to investigate a bit so followed Sumac until I hit Road 5 and sure enough I saw a couple of trucks. Looked like a small paving crew was working on patching rough sections and filling potholes. Asked if this was GF route, when I rode past and one of workers confirmed that it was. Continued short distance down to Hwy 97 and then retraced my steps.  Not a terribly difficult climb but by this time, on day of event, will have already logged about 115 km so any climbing will simply be more taxing.

Nothing like what awaited, however. I well knew what was in store as I made my way up Old Golf Course Road. Just past Fairview Mountain Golf Club the significant ascent begins but even this, while a goodly long stretch, is not overly steep. However, once one reaches the driveway to Fairview Cellars, on the left, the real climb begins, probably close to a km and steep enough to be a very, very good challenge, at least for me. Still, having ridden it earlier in week, I knew that if I took my time and kept plugging away, I'd be fine. In fact, I wasn't nearly as winded as on last ascent so quite pleased about that, although I was delighted when I finally rounded the corner, back onto short stretch of Fairview Rd which takes one back onto Willowbrook Rd.

As I was in the lowest possible gear, on climb, I took a great deal of care to shift into a higher gear when I was finally back on level ground so simply could not believe what happened, in almost exactly the same spot as on Tuesday's ride: my *%#$@^ chain came off! Everything had been going so well and now The Dreaded Burning Ground. Nothing to be done, of course, so I stopped and put the chain back in place. Unfortunately, my troubles were not over as I soon realized that all was not well. The chain kept slipping, no matter which gear I was in so I was quite concerned that there was something significantly wrong with derailleur or drive train. After a short period of trial and error I managed to find a number of gears that seemed to work "normally" so, stubbornly, I continued on. 

I really did want to ride this last "punishing", (Punishing as it comes towards the end of the ride and one's resources will have been depleted by distance already traveled and heat of the day. Forecast is for 30º+ C! Must say that even when one is relatively "fresh", it requires a significant push.), part of ride to familiarize myself with its climbs, the better to negotiate them on Sunday, I hoped! The fact that I was now faced with the maddeningly forceful head wind didn't make things easier. I must admit, Dear Reader, that I did feel rather upset at this point. Nevertheless, I plugged on and gradually found a rhythm that calmed my frazzled nerves. From the very beginning of the day's rides I was paying close attention to my liquid intake and had been taking long draughts from my camel pack, at least every 5 km, and my legs felt fine. This alone raised my spirits and I began to enjoy the ride and my wonderful surroundings.

Knew that once I reached St Andrew's By The Lake I was close to the top on White Lake Rd so shortly after I passed the gold course there I turned around and made my way back towards Oliver. Goes, almost without saying, that the return was more than a delight. With the wind at my back I was literally swooping down the hills I had recently struggled so hard to climb. As well, I wasn't experiencing as much chain slippage. I assumed this was probably a result of not having to exert as much force on the chain, now going downhill.
Must further admit, that the descent seemed steeper than the ascent so I was forcefully reminded that this entire section was going to be a true test of mettle!

Was soon back on OGCR and noticed that the sandwich board sign for Fairview Cellars was not on the driveway so winery probably wasn't open for tasting. Bit disappointed but I had other things on my mind. Stats for Old Golf Course Road:

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/538831015#.U792qKdvZO0.email  

On way down, I remembered seeing a bike store in Oliver and had decided I'd take it there to let mechanic have a look. I didn't know where the bike stores were in Penticton and was a bit concerned that with upcoming GF they might be very busy. At any rate, once back at my car I loaded the bike aboard and drove, just a block or so, to park right in front of Double O Bikes & Sports.

Took bike inside and the very pleasant and helpful mechanic, Matt, took a look at the chain, after I had explained what had happened, and determined that there was a "kink" or slight bend in one of the links. He said he thought that he might be able to straighten it out but I told him that, under the circumstances, I would feel much more comfortable with a new chain. Upon further investigation he said that the chain probably should have been replaced anyway as it was showing signs of significant wear. 

I was right on 3:00 pm by this time and he said he needed to have a bite to eat, before changing chain, as he had been very busy and had not managed lunch. It was only a ten minute job and I wanted to eat the lunch I had brought along so was only to happy to wait for 20 minutes or so. While Matt went to a restaurant around the corner I enjoyed the last of Dom Pedro's potatoe salad, mixed with kernels of corn, shaved off cobs, overlefts from Tuesday's dinner. Dessert was a banana and a divine nectarine while I strolled a few blocks towards the centre of town.

Didn't take Matt long to replace chain and thanking him profusely, I put the bike back on the car rack and made for OK Falls. I wanted to stop at Meyer Family Vineyards as Peter had suggested the winery when I told him where I planned to ride that day. Since I had passed Meyer on my bike, on way down into OK Falls, I knew exactly where it was and was soon sipping Pinot Gris. Liked it more than the Pinot Blanc so bought three bottles. Liked the Pinot Noir but not my favourite varietal so stayed with the Gris.

Back to Pentiction, via McLean Creek, and made straight for Upper Bench Winery & Creamery in Naramata. Wantedto taste their Pinot Blanc but tin the end far preferred their Pinto Gris so settled for that. Merlot was tasty but not enough to make me buy. Bought two of their wonderful cheeses, King Cole and Okanagan Sun2, for when gang arrive, to have over course of weekend. 

On towards home and was listening to a local CBC afternoon show, on Penticton Farmers' Market and recent bid to allow wine-tasting and sales there. Just by chance, the wine-maker from Hillside, Kathy Malone, was interviewed by host as
I was driving past the winery! Chuckling at coincidence, I continued on to Marichel Vineyard. Pulled into parking lot a but a few minutes before 5:00 pm but tasting room was still open. View from the patio deck is simply stunning so I took a few snaps before going inside. Richard Roskell, owner adn winemaker, was there and we'd met last time we visited, with Lynne and Peter, Flamin' and Sarge. At the time, I had inadvertently, (Dear Reader!), closed the door on Cora Lee's fingers so I reminded Richard of the kerfuffle. He didn't remember the fact that he had very kindly brought a bag of ice for Coriandre's smarting digits but we chatted pleasantly about other things. (Very sad to learn, later that evening, that Elisabeth, his wife, is battling cancer.)

I had really liked his Viognier last time I tasted but was a tad disappointed this time. However, the 2011Syrah-Viognier was a gangbuster, fruit forward and a silky mouthful of pepper and spice! The sort of red I had been searching for ever since arriving, and a virtual steal at $19.90, relative to Okanagan prices for red wine. The 2009 Syrah was extraordinary as well but weighing in at $38 a bit pricey, relative to other red at half the price and its similar, although obviously not as complex, taste. Happy to take 4 bottle of the Sy-Vio. 

Just as I was finishing up another couple came to the door and asked if they could still taste. Richard waved them in and the woman sat down beside me while her companion immediately took out his business card and proceeded to tell Richard who he was. I learned from his sister-in-law, (His wife doesn't drink and was in the car outside. I saw her there when I left.) Gather he is an entrepreneur and owns a number of auto body repair franchises and seemingly moved into Brown's Socialhouse Group. Thought he might be interested to know that Cat's SocialHouse on GI is one of favourite watering holes for Clan Sutherland and that we knew Todd Gnissios, whose father owned the Vineyard on 4th and Vine before it became part of Brown's empire, but he would have none of it. No wonder his wife stayed in the car! Wish I had Harold Pinter's talent as he would have made a fascinating character in my soon to be released, London play, The Wine-tasting! Thanked Richard and took my haul back to car and made for home.

Stats for McLean Creek ride: 

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/538831008#.U791_uQQ4bM.email

Stats for Old Gold Course Road:

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/538831015#.U792qKdvZO0.email 
 
Hello Duhlink! Just a short note to say Life continues to be Grand. Had a wonderful dinner with The Narmatians at Heritage Inn tonight. Loads to tell. Travel safely. Love, Your Love Slave!

PS: If you can, please bring toothbrush timer, my alarm clock and loads of money! 

It's wine bottling week here at the old farmstead. I just returned from being away for a week - so please excuse my delay in responding to your Happy 4th wishes. I was actually away on the 4th as my two sisters and I had planned our annual sisters' getaway - this year in San Diego - July 4-9. Had a really nice time watching fireworks in Long Beach (on our way to San Diego) in an open field of oil derricks on top of a hill, with several fireworks shows in the background - quite an interesting perspective. Do you have fireworks on Canada Day as well? Thanks for the pix from your day on the lawn!

I know you're now in training for the Granfondo in the wine country...good luck with all of that and have a safe and successful ride. I'm sure that the follow up party on the weekend will be fun for one and all. What a busy summer you have planned, beginning with your trip to Winnipeg in early (?) August, followed shortly thereafter with a trip to Vancouver Island and then all of those plans for September! I don't know how you manage it all!

We are sorry that you won't be able to make it down for our August anniversary party, but will plan on seeing you later this year if you can arrange it. Dave and I will be here, not going anywhere in September and October and then also most of November and December. Just let us know as your plans develop.
Pat PS What an interesting depiction printed in the bicycle lane. Are bicycle riders in BC really allowed to drink and ride, eh?  

What a beautiful B&B in Naramata and the surrounding vineyards -  but I thought you were staying with friends? Since you hadn't yet arrived at the time of this message, these photos were taken last year, I presume? Pat