Ah, the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia and Washington, a semi-arid region of brittle prickly pear cactus and sagebrush, with summers of 45 degrees and winters of 20 or even 40 Below! The marketting campaign to turn this valley into eternal summer has been extraordinarily successful, leaving those of us native to the place and its extremes scratching our heads. 10,000,000 Canadians travel to Mexico every winter to escape the cold. I travelled North to Iceland instead, to find it. Today I arrived in my home for a month, Skriðuklaustur. Here are some of the locals, scratching their heads at that.
Sure, we have Caribou in Canada, but that’s not the point. The point is that I am among people who look North for warmth. The point is, I am home. Thanks for following me on my journey here these last 9 days. Tomorrow the work begins. Hey, maybe when I get home at the end of April, I’ll look much like this: