Penticton to Naramata and back: 20km. My butt hurts.
We’ve been drinking
...but don't worry, we've also been spitting. And we have been scrambling at Skaha Bluffs. If you look closely you can see the edge of the cliff where Heidi's water bottle rolled off. She says she didn't do it, and neither did I. Must have been "Mr. Nobody". The drinking (and spitting) started at Painted [...]