• Last week I posted a wine journey written by my sister. Here is part two.   Despite the name Okanagan sounding like something Eskimo‚Äôs sleep in, and me being more North than I ever remember, the weather was quite perfect. It was warm enough for shorts during the sunny hours and sweater weather as soon as the sun had set.     Side note from her brother: She went to Banff once (further north),…

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