While most days during my workaway have been pretty consistent (that is, consistently weeding, weeding, with a little bit of other odd jobs thrown in), there have definitely been a few highlights. For the past two weeks, those have been Thursdays. . . .
I find myself in a stark contrast of landscape—rolling hills of pale, dry grasses looking down on freshwater lakes. This is BC’s Okanagan Valley. To be honest, I never knew this existed in Canada: a place rife with cacti and rattlesnakes, where people make their livings growing fruit and making . . .