Incredibly, The scenery just 400KM away is so vastly different from here. Oliver is in a desert, rich in minerals. So with irrigation, that sandy soil, it produces world renown fruits. The most recent product is the wines made there from all the vineyards that have sprung up on the mountain terraces.
The hills are covered with golden dried grasses, with the occasional scotch pine perching in precarious places. Dried shrubs sometimes roll along in the wind, known as tumbleweeds. Oliver is beautiful in a totally different way than the lush coast of this province. I used to think it looked so dead after being used to dense evergreen forests of my home.
Like my dad says "Up in the coastal mountains, you can't see the surrounding views for the dense forests, up here, there is nothing to block the view, when you climb a hill in Oliver, you can see for miles." We were up on a side road late one afternoon, when we happened upon a huge herd of California Big Horn Sheep. It sure was a treat to see them up so close.
Speaking of the Old Goat, oops I mean my Dad, he showed me some of his latest handiwork. It's a "no-hands" binocular chair. It reclines and swivels. The frame can be adjusted so you can peer through your binoculars without lifting a finger! He has it on his back porch. Now no bird or wild horse will be free from his wary eyes! As you can see in this photo, Dad is quite pleased with himself.
One day Mum and I were driving back from a day out and we saw several wild horses up on the hill, but were too far for my camera to get a good shot. I have so many photos. I will post a few more soon.
Having a good weekend my friends?