This week at RBHK, the fair felt surprisingly quiet, with a sparse turnout of exhibitors. Only a few booths showcased wines, while others...

From Oliver’s golden benches, we ventured further south, inching ever closer to the invisible thread of the U.S. border. Here, in the...

Our visit to Burrowing Owl was no mere coincidence. Before our Okanagan revisit, we had arranged two consecutive appointments with Chris...

Leaving Painted Rock, we ventured 15 minutes south to Okanagan Falls, a name both evocative and misleading. The “falls” are long gone,...