|Photo courtesy of Tourism Kelowna|
Tomorrow's early (read: stupid o'clock) flights—interrupted by a brief stop in Calgary—will get me into Kelowna around mid-morning, Pacific time. That’s when I’ll have my first glimpse of the BC interior wine country. A view that’s been a long time coming.
A few years ago, I worked on a project about the Okanagan wine region, a place I'd never been to and knew so little about. I had to write from the perspective of someone who had just returned from a stellar vacation there, so I hit the books to brush up on the details. (Gee. Darn. The boss didn't have to ask me twice—I was all over it like botrytis on a grape cluster in Sauternes.)
I spent several days immersed in research until I felt as though I truly had been there myself. Places with names like Blasted Church, Wild Goose, Burrowing Owl, Quail’s Gate. Wines aged in a 1:8 replica of the Egyptian pyramids; vineyards run in partnership with a First Nations band; tastings held in award-winning architectural jewels on verdant mountainsides. When the project was done, I knew I had to see the Okanagan for myself. It was merely a question of when.
Now I've come full circle, and I can't wait for it all to begin.