Sunday, 23 November 2014

Day 23 - Sunday, November 23, 2014

We originally thought we'd hike McDougall Rim and around Hayman Lake today, but the weather proved less than cooperative. We also started a little later than usual as this is the day we usually talk to our families in Ontario. 

We hiked around Kalamalka Lake Provincial Park from Cosen's Bay Gate parking lot around The Wall to the Sidewinder Trail and the Cosen's Bay Beach for our lunch. Although this one of our favourite hikes, we haven't been here much this year because of the amount of driving required.  When they come, we take our visitors here. You can be sure to see some deer up close. 

This lake is lovely, a colour of blue/green that you see in the Mediterranean (well, when its sunny it looks that way, but not today.)   Last summer we saw a Western Rattlesnake on this trail as we were getting close to the car. All was quiet in the critter department today except we did see deer. One should worry more about un-exploded ordinances as this area was used for training during WW2.

We started off against the rain/snow, but it cleared up as it does mostly here in the Okanagan.  This is looking east towards the Monashees.

Looking westerly onto Kal Lake, this is at the top of the cliff that I took my good friend Sheila. She's still cursing at me for it. Sorry Sheila.

This is looking east again. 

Another view from the top of the Wall.

The trail as it meanders at the top of the hill.

Looking down towards the end of the peninsula or Rattlesnake Point.

Cactus, because this is a semi-arid area. These sometimes stick into your shoes and they are hard to pick off without gloves.

Looking down to Cosen's Bay, a beautiful sandy beach which you can only get to by walking/cycling or by boat.  I once saw a couple of women take their horses there for a swim, with them handing on and gliding behind. They were really whooping it up.

Cosen's bay closer.

A sea of bulrushes near the beach.  

Those distant hills are always a delicate colour of beige or just green in the spring, almost like a living, breathing hill.

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