Our old girl made it to Oliver
Our first campsite at Loose Bay
You may be wondering where the Bay is, well there isn't one. In fact this place was more like a desert. Loose Bay is marketed as "the" place for aspiring pickers. Instead it was full of buzzards, bats and questionable looking Quebecors. We thankfully only had to spend one night here, which was lucky because this place will forever be imprinted in my brain as the most terrifying place in British Columbia.
yes they call it Loose "Bay" but bring your own water, cause this place is a desert
The pimpest pad in the Bay
you like?
perhaps Loose Bays best angle. We vowed never to return to Loose Bay, and so our second night in the South Okanagan we forced Rhonda to do some hairy "offroading" and camped at a place we named the Great Lakes, because great they were, well, not great. But hey at least there was actual water there.
On our third day in Oliver we got hired at Garry's Orchard. It must have been some good Canada Day luck. Here is our new home.
nice overalls Lo
We love to hang out in the car
Hey Ash
group reading
Here she is world, the hippy fruit picker
Our super sexy outhouse, by they way, we later learned that this is actually illegal in the orchards because the law requires that bathrooms provided for pickers be cleanable. And you can't clean an outhouse now can you?
I have been subjected to so much "friendship" and so many 'bian jokes
Oh um
Home Sweet Home
The tree house
personal supply
nice earrings Lo
Hey get out of my "cherritory." All puns aside Ash, was actually the pimpest picker.
Who says money doesn't grow on trees?
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