On the last day of June, Hubby and I took advantage of one of those two for one deals to take a trip to the Kamloops Wildlife Park.
We left early that morning, and the two-hour drive was lovely in the sunshine. Needless to say, we immediately got lost in Kamloops. In fact, I can’t remember a time when we haven’t gotten lost in that small city.
We arrived at the park in time for the grizzly bear feeding. I envisioned them tearing away at chunks of raw meat, but reality is far different. Staff actually hide the food – salmon, berries, veggies – all over the enclosure, and then release the bears to hunt for it, much as they do in the wilderness.
The Birds of Prey Exhibit holds many winged hunters, including this great grey owl.
A red-tailed hawk.
The bald eagles and golden eagles share the same enclosure, but they’re not real chummy. When a golden eagle invaded the bald eagles’ side for a drink of water, a noisy ruckus ensued.
I obviously don’t measure up well with a bald eagle.
The Bactrian Camels were snoozy in the sunshine.
The Llama was snoozy in the shade.
Snoozy seemed to be the theme of the day.
We tried twice to find the elusive Kermode Bear, but the closest we got to seeing him with through the camera’s zoom.
Rocky Mountain Elk
The cougars and lynx were disappointing no-shows, and we only caught a glimpse of a moose lying down.
The two grey wolves reminded me of large dogs. What handsome creatures.
A park employee roused the black bears with the promise of snacks. The female woke up first and headed to the pond in search of apples.
When the larger male arrived, the female backed away.
My first close encounter with a coyote. Kinda cute.
The peacock was strutting its stuff, as peacocks tend to do.
I flushed this little marmot out from under a cart and he rushed to ‘hide’ in the corner, keeping an eye on me through the reflective window. Clever fellow.
Our three-hour visit ended in the discovery centre, where this adorable little burrowing owl lives.
We took Roxy to Kelowna’s Waterfront Park the next day for Canada Day festivities. And mini-donuts!
I was thrilled to get a glimpse of the baby osprey, and even more pleased that my crappy little camera sort of captured a shot of one.
The first Sunday Funday in July was especially fun because our daughter-in-law and Daisy joined us for a hike up the Boucherie Rush Trail. Mount Boucherie, the nub of an ancient volcano, is on the west side of Okanagan Lake, and this was our first time exploring it.
At approximately seven kms, roundtrip, and with an elevation change of 274 metres, the Boucherie Rush is almost twice as long as Knox’s Apex Trail with a similar change in elevation. I prefer the leisurely switchbacks over Apex’s steeper route.
Daisy loves to lead the way.
Impressive lake views were plentiful.
Volcanic rock lined the trail, a reminder of this mountain’s origins.
Okanagan Lake, looking northward
Summit of Rush Trail, looking east and south. It was cool to view Okanagan Mountain, where we’d hiked the week prior, from across the lake.
Daisy posed for this picture all by herself. So adorable.
Going down was as easy as going up.
Yes, I shared lick or two of my cone afterward.
We set off the next Sunday in search of great lake views, choosing to explore Stephen Coyote Ridge. This area, located not far from the landfill in Glenmore, is classified as a conservation park and has no marked trails, which made me a little nervous. Not wanting to end up as a rescue story on the Five O’Clock News, Hubby left the occasional blue breadcrumb to mark our way.
With no clear directions, we wandered here and there, and here again, enjoying the peacefulness and variety of trails, but never did stumble across any lake views.
When thunder rumbled overhead and the sky began to darken, we headed back to the car.
On the way home, we happened across a road sign for Robert Lake Regional Park and decided on a detour to check it out. An incredibly picturesque spot, Robert Lake is a salt flat and home to several species of birds.
We saw a few ducks and lots of Canada Geese.
I thought these little guys were sandpipers, but they’re called Wilson’s Phalarope. Cute, anyway.