Father’s Day

The father in this house was celebrated with phone calls from Victoria, Ottawa, the Edmonton airport by one mathematician on his way to Paris. And with a hike up the Malaspina trail where two bears were spotted eating new grass and had obviously been walking on the trail before us, turning over big rocks for ants and grubs underneath. And with a dinner of duck legs roasted with tiny new potatoes, asparagus, and a bottle of Desert Hills 2007 Syrah (I swear Desert Hills makes the best red wines in the Okanagan Valley — Syrah, Meritage, their luscious Gamay, all redolent of the Black Sage Bench near Oliver), followed with Fraser Valley strawberries and praline Hagen Das ice cream.

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