I have yogurt in my hair

We were up and out the door early on Saturday to make the trek to Penticton.  This time around we took the Coquihalla which we don't normally take but, if you are getting into the habit of driving 400 kilometres rather routinely, it's good to shake it up.
As the Coquihalla goes through Merritt we stopped there.  Yeah.  Don't get it.  I mean, the stop off in Princeton when we take the Hope Princeton route isn't any great shakes either, but at least I understand that Princeton exists because there is a mine there.  I am not sure what is happening in Merritt except for a lot of murals of country singers plastered over every available space downtown in celebration of the annual Merritt Mountain Music Festival (disclaimer: I don't like country music).
From here we ended up in Kelowna and made our way into Summerland where Michael wanted to pull off as he had seen a rather exceptional looking resort there when he did his Granfondo bike race earlier in the month.
We pulled in to the tiny community and naturally got parking right close to Local (when we left there was a black Lamborghini parked near us, natch).  We walked in at the right moment which secured us a spot on the patio overlooking the lake and the sailboats and Naramata across the way.  The food was absolutely spectacular, the service was great and it was one of the nicest settings I've been in except for the sun blazing down.
 As we were making our way in to Penticton we got a call informing us that we were supposed to attend a surprise barbeque for Michael's uncle.  Like.... now.  A heads up would have been brilliant and as there wasn't one, we missed the actual "surprise" bit.  We did, however, get to catch up with Michael's aunt, uncle, cousins and their families.  It was a beautiful, fun night with great company and an amazing backdrop.
I may have had too much Riesling and then dropped sesame covered cashews in the parking lot and then hammed it up in photos with the soap at the El Rancho, but I can't quite remember.