On my epic day of awesomeness Part One: Oliver

For me, today was day one of Freedom.  I woke up a lot of times in the morning, but went back to sleep each time.  I got out of bed at 11am after realizing that I was indeed allowed to sleep until 11am.
I had a breakfast of yogurt and one of the nectarines that came in the epic welcoming basket that the owner of this establishment left me.
Hopped in the car and went to Oliver.  We've been to the Firehall Bistro a couple of times (worth checking out), but I always wondered if there was more to Oliver than we were seeing on our perfunctory drive thrus.  So I parked and wandered along the pedestrian/bike path that ran along the creek/river and was not entirely overwhelmed.  The park there was respelendent with pickers taking refuge in the shade of the trees when not trying out their slacklining skills.  I felt kind of envious. 
I have a couple (yeah: okay, it's more than a couple) of regrets in my life.  One is not finishing off my CGA.  The other is not having some life experiences when I had the time to do so (hence my current, early onset midlife crisis).  I want to be a picker.  I'd love just to be in the sun all day, picking, collecting a paycheque and meeting people from across the country if not the world with all my possessions in a backpack and an open mind. 
Instead I'm here in a blissfully quiet suite with chickens for neighbours, drinking a nice Pinot Blanc and eating some blue cheese while listening to Kyle Hazelton (I highly, highly recommend checking him out: alternative with great lyrics and a unique voice) who I heard and met in a bar in Philly last year, while blogging about my Okanagan exploits. 
I guess that's not so bad either.