From Golden we travelled southwestwards to the shores of Lake Okanagan in British Columbia. A six-hour road journey is nothing by Canadian standards: not only are their roads superb....
....though the high passes at this snow-free time of year are busy with road improvements, but the price of petrol, in Alberta at least, is little more than 50p a litre.
We stayed in a rather different sort of cabin from the one at Golden, part of a lakeside gated complex in woodland, with all mod cons. The development had been sensitively done, compared to one....
....on the other side of the lake where the forest had simply been cleared to make way for dense housing, most of it, presumably, second homes.
We were also fortunate to be right next to one of British Columbia's many provincial parks. These are superbly maintained with toilets, picnic areas and well-designed camp sites. The upper part of this one was wilder but popular with mountain-bikers, so the sense of wilderness was somewhat lost.
It was, in any case, a naturally noisy place, the high-pitched shriek which continued for much of the daytime coming from these 3cm long crickets.
The woodland was home to mule deer which strayed across the fence into the gated community. While not entirely tame, they had little fear of humans, as when....
....this new mother, who had produced her young in the park campsite area, ran towards us when she was disturbed by people with dogs.
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