It’s a rite of passage for a child growing up in Vancouver to make the pilgrimage to the Okanagan each summer. My very first memory as a child is of being in the camp-ground at the very east end of the beach, and looking out over the corn fields on the reservation across the way. […]
Category: Farms
I haven’t always treated him right … I’ve dragged him, dropped him, frozen him, tried to drown him … smashed him, bashed him, ranted at him … and made him follow me wherever I go, demanding he do my bidding, whether by boat, plane, bike, car, or on foot. I even let my daughter mistreat […]