Dave the hero of the day

Raindrops are pattering on our camper. Rain is forecasted until 11 o'clock at refreshing 28 degrees. Yesterday we watched the news for the first time since the beginning of our journey - and yes, it's even hotter where you are. We specifically came to Canada because it's supposed to be nice and cold here (20-25 degrees). Who could have known that it would be so hot here this year.

A new age of heat is breaking. Something like this has happened before in the formation of the Earth (like the Ice Age), but we haven't witnessed it yet.

The funny thing is, everyone talks about climate change and some even experience it firsthand, but they don't do anything different. We're not exempt from that either. We fly to Canada, drive a fuel-guzzling monster, run the air conditioning, eat loads of meat and sausages, and burn wood at the campfire and coal on the grill. Abstinence is just difficult when you don't immediately feel the consequences. Back in the day, for example, if you did something wrong, you'd get a remark like "what have you done now?" and then you'd get a slap. At least then you immediately got feedback. Next time, you'd pay better attention so no one would catch you...

After a delicious English breakfast

we're heading to the Disc Golf Park.

We want to pass the cloudy time with a little physical activity. 18 holes on 9 baskets. A beautiful place located by the water,

framed by a park,

houses, and mountains. Since each basket has to be played twice from different teeing positions and quite a few people are playing here, you have to pay attention and watch out for the others.

Then we kind of take a break from the game when I sink my disc and we spend 20 minutes searching for it.

And I told my darling, "I won't bother with the basket because I don't feel like searching in the bushes." And my darling said he would get it for me.

Well, my darling had to climb up the mountain in flip-flops and search for the disc.

I must have passed that spot at least 5 times where the nice Dave found the disc. Dave is our hero.

At 2 p.m., in scorching heat, we finally finished the 18 holes. I did it with 34 over par, but that was only because I changed my technique during the game. My darling did much better, but she was still over par.

On the way to the Disc Golf park, I wondered if this area is a wine-producing region,

but I hardly see any vineyards.

How do you produce wine without grapes? Maybe we'll visit a winery and find out - we'll see.

The only thing we can manage after the 2.5 hours of really, I mean really, intense physical exercise is to get charcoal for the grill on the way home, because we still have to eat a lot (this is definitely not working for losing weight) and then lazily sit down in the chair in the shade.

After a refreshing wave-bath with our air mattresses in the 24 degrees cold Okanagan Lake, we'll just start the grill and then it's time to chill.

You wouldn't believe how exhausting a vacation day can be.

Facts: Okanagan Lake is a long, narrow lake in the province of British Columbia. The approximately 135 km long and 4–5 km wide lake (maximum depth 230 m) winds its way through the southern part of British Columbia through the Okanagan Valley and turns into the river of the same name about 55 km before the border with the state of Washington (USA). According to legend, the Ogopogo monster lives here.

The Ogopogo is said to be an elongated creature between 3 and 14 meters long with dark green to brown-black skin. Behind its shark-like head, it is said to have a flowing mane of hair. There are also frequent reports of humps and a split tail.