Here's a funny story: Imagine that you are on a "wilderness retreat" at an unswimmable lake way up a mountain close to Vernon.
You, and your parents who are lending you a motorhome for the weekend, drive 30 km up a windy, pot-holed, gravel road to arrive at your destination and it's beautiful. And thick with mosquitos and not at all hot like the rest of Lake Country.
You have a good time visiting with old friends and laughing and going for boat rides. One day, you and your family, along with some other families, decide to head down to Winfield to go to the Kangaroo Creek Farm and one of your friends graciously lends you her immaculate minivan because you have traded your not-so-immaculate minivan with your parents who are leaving their motorhome for you to use for the weekend. (Thank you!)
You are excited and your kids and spouse are excited because you had no idea there was a kangaroo petting zoo in B.C. (seriously, who knew about this?). You are in the lead in the caravan of families heading down the washboard road from hell when suddenly your three-year-old daughter tells you her tummy hurts and she needs to go.
As your spouse is in the process of pulling over to the side of the road in the (borrowed) minivan, your beautiful child erupts into an extravagant display of car sickness directly down into her lap completely covering the (borrowed) car seat.
Luckily, there was a handy dose of Baby Gravol in the (borrowed) minivan and the other members in your caravan stopped and supplied you with napkins and baby wipes. Scrapping the copious amount of car sick off of your queasy child (who prior to this occasion has never had a whiff of car sickness), you all climb back into the (borrowed) minivan and drive to Winfield and the Kangaroo Creek Farm.
The farm is amazing and cheap!
And you have fun taking pictures of your family petting Australian animals although you are a bit preoccupied about whether or not you will have to steam clean the (borrowed) minivan.
You think to yourself "I think it's salvageable but I will definitely have to rip apart the car seat and put it back together when we return to the resort at the top of a mountain." You and your family have loads of fun and you are extremely enamored with the capybaras because, really, what kind of animal is that?
In the Canadian wilderness, it would get eaten by everything in less than an hour. Coincidently, it will take you an hour to rip apart and scrub the car seat when you return to the resort. As an added bonus, you may or may not spill a little beer in your (hopefully not former) friend's (definitely formerly) immaculate minivan.
Unaccustomed to the 30-plus degree weather (because you have been camping in the mountainous woods), your entire family will start to melt in the heat and you will be forced to find water and sustenance away from the farm (because it closes midday, you have to time your trip well). You discover a jam farm with a restaurant!
The Jammery is delightful and they make jam and sandwiches that are out of this world. Full, tired and doped up on Baby Gravol, your children sleep the rest of the way home up the mountain. When you arrive back at camp you have to tell your friend about the saga of the car sickness and apologize about the mess.
Then you to have to re-tell her the story with a serious face and a lot of "no, I'm not joking's" because she thinks you are joking.
You weren't.
Not that this happened to me.
