But cirrusly folks...

As we left Kelowna this morning, Patty was taken with these rather odd clouds. I hadn't the heart to tell her they were the drifting remnants of a nuclear meltdown in Southern Russbekistan.

Patty loves her lumbering trucks loaded with wood.

A wee peak at our 400 kilometer day trip.

Van City.

Our new temporary digs.

Vertical, on the eighteenth floor, but with a speedy elevator and free underground parking (expertly negotiated by Patois).

Conveniently located downtown on Granville Avenue. We can keep the car parked and give the gams a workout.

Living room. Really too much space for the furniture we now have: none.

Patty perusing the flat's rules: have fun and give us money.

Our balcony, overlooking the ocean.

Living room view.

Our favorite brewpub from past visits, a short five-block saunter.

The Steam Work's raspberry Belgian and the yummy cask-conditioned porter. The edamame was not as good as the Star Bar's.

Unfortunately, there will be sun but no humidity the next six days.