Two years ago this past weekend the world was a very different place. The world was different enough that we had no issues hopping into the car, driving for nearly ten hours straight, and wending our way across the prairies, over the rocky mountain passes, and into the verdant Okanagan Valley in nearby British Columbia. The official travel excuse was that I had signed up for an October half marathon in Kelowna. Yet my wife has a healthy collection of extended family who have located to the micro-climate over the past ten years and we were due for a visit. As much as Canada sometimes deserves its reputation as a vast semi-arctic wasteland, even the locale in a radius hundreds…

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